Rock-a-bye, Baby.

Rock-a-bye, baby.
Treetops are lookouts
ain't they, though?
Cain't sleep up a tree,
dammit just monkeys
and vagrants
gotta take fifteen
curled up in branches
off cold ground.
Hush-a-bye baby -
get us to Gumption's
Hooverville -
won't take long,
getta job for peanuts,
outta trees,
money ain't growin' on.