Wi' nae wee bairn ye'll me beget.
Untwinkle, little ee. My ainly pang'll be regret.
A maiden I will dee.
But I'll turn into a nightingale.
My song will warm thy heart.
Well I'll turn into a threshing machine and tear thy bird apart.
But I'll turn into a vampire and kiss you on the neck.
Well I'll turn into a silver cross and send thee back to Heck.
But I'll turn into a hydrogen bomb and atomize the air.
Well I'll turn into a cockroach and you'll see if I care.
But I'll turn into a supernova and burn up everything.
Well I'll turn into a black little hole and you'll turn into string.
But I'll turn into God Himself and then you'll come to me.
Well I will not believe in you and then where will you be