Open up, little baby. It’s time to eat.
I’ve got a big bowl of democracy.
It’s fresh and fizzy. It’s sugary sweet.
It’s good for you because it’s good for me.
Here comes the airplane. Vroom, boom, boom, boom.
Here comes the Army. Boom, boom, boom, boom.
Little baby, we’re coming in.
Ready or not. Time for your din-din.
What’s this, little baby? Look what ‘cha did.
You spilled my democracy all over your bib.
Shari a? Allah Akbar? I don’t understand.
Your silly baby-talk won’t stop my steady hand.
Little baby, don’t spit it up.
Little baby, don’t make a mess.
Your little baby stomach must digest.
So, suckle it. Swallow it. Democracy.
Eat it. Get off Mommy’s tit and give it to me.
I’ve sacrificed for you. I’ve never seen such ingratitude.
Why ask why? Just do it. Power of pride. Support our troops.
I’ve taken all your baby oil. I won’t touch the diapers that you’ve soiled.
Ah, disgusting! Now, I’ve got baby poopy all over my fingers!
You’re not so cute anymore.
Goodbye, little baby. I’m going home.
I’m sure you’ll be fine when I leave you alone.