So apparently, the second verse of Rock-A-Bye Baby does not go "Rock-a-bye baby, safe on the floor, we don't put babies in trees anymore / but if you keep crying, we'll revert to his-to-ry / and you, little baby / will be in a tree."
Apparently, my mom made that up. Total fabrication!
And I bought it, hook, line and sinker. What a sap!
What a chump.