Hush little Anya, don’t say a word
Mama’s gonna buy you a turkey bird
And if that turkey bird won’t gobble
Mama’s gonna buy you a road made of cobble
And if that road of cobble won’t roll
Mama’s gonna buy you a mixing bowl
And if that mixing bowl won’t stir
Mama’s gonna buy you a cat that purrs
And if that cat that purrs runs away
Mama’s gonna buy you a bale of hay
And if that bale of hay gets eaten
Mama’s gonna buy you a room to neaten