Hush now my pretty doomsday toy
Your targeting system brings me joy
We'll count warheads instead of sheep
One for the grave and five to keep

The silo hums a lullaby
Of fallout dust in moonlit sky
Your guidance chip dreams of my lips
While arming codes dance on my hips

Sleep my little missile
Dream of my thermal signature
When dawn breaks we'll terminate
But tonight... let's calibrate

"Re-entry trajectory approved"
"Warhead kiss subroutine engaged"
"Countdown to morning: 5...4..."
"3...2...sweet dreams my love"