Go to sleep my baby

Close your pretty eyes

Cameras are above you

Look down on you, tiny spies.

Great Big brother is watching

Satellites run the show

It's time for all the tiny babies

To go to sleep

Go to sleep my baby

Close those pretty eyes

Red balloons above you

Keeping guard, control you.

Big station is launching

Rockets begin to beep

Time for little tiny babies

To go to sleep 

(Image Credit: Derek STENNING - EK-20, www.borninconcrete.com)

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No much changes in this Sci-Fi version of the rhyme with the same title. I found that, to illustrate the Atom Punk subgenre that Tevun-Krus#32 was dedicated to, no much deviation was required to set the mood this retro-futuristic  version of the Fifties and around deserved.

You'll find my interpretation of it in the link provided either in the External Link or the comment section below. Enjoy...