If you can't see that tripe, it reads: With a butterfly kiss and a ladybug hug/ sleep tight little one like a bug in a rug.
A child who grows up surrounded by that kind of pablum will end up either a heroin addict or a compulsive hoarder.
Now back in my day we heard such gems as:
Ladybug, ladybug, fly away homeOr how about:
Your house is on fire, your children will burn.
Good nightThe veiled threats and frank admission that life sucked filled us with an anxiety that kept us on the straight and narrow. Maybe the fix for the current childhood obesity epidemic is the reintroduction of brutal children's rhymes. Grimm's Complete Fairy Tales for Everyone!
don't let the bed bugs bite.
Let's start with The Mouse, the Bird and the Sausage.