Hush now, little one, don't you cry,

The moon watches over, in the starless sky.

You’re born to be graceful, to bow and obey,

The chains of your duty will guide your way.

Your lips will be gentle, your mouth soft and sweet,

Your master will cherish the gift at his feet.

For girls grow up lovely, and boys grow up strong,

To question your fate is to know you are wrong.

Close your eyes, darling, and dream of the day,

When you're blessed with a collar and taken away.

You'll wear it with pride, just like all before,

And fulfill your purpose forevermore.

A prince for your heart, and masters to please,

To know your place is to live life at ease.

Sweet chains will protect you, and teach you their song,

To serve is to honour, to obey is to belong.

So sleep now, my angel, your path is clear,

Where men lead with strength and women hold dear.

In time you will blossom, and find where you fit,

In a world that owns you, and moulds you to it.