You place your infant in its crib
You assume everything's fine
But you've got problem on your hands
And its nature is equine

Sudden Infant Horse Syndrome
Whoops, your baby's a dead horse
Sudden Infant Horse Syndrome
I love beating this dead horse

You hear the neigh
You hear the crash
You run back to his room
The child is gone
and now his crib
Has become a stallion's tomb

Stop crying and deal with it.
Baby isn't coming back to mommy.
So make the best with what you've been dealt
That horse will make a tasty salami