Thumbelina Pretenders

Hush little baby
Don't you cry
When we get to Tucson
You'll see why
We left the snowstorms
And the thunder and rain
For the desert sun
We're gonna be born again

What's important
In this world
A little boy
A little girl

Hush little darling
Go to sleep
Look out the window
And count the sheep
That dot the hillsides
In the fields of wheat
Across America
As we cross America

What's important
Here today
The broken line
On the highway