There was a similar incident in Phoenix a couple of weeks ago. A radio announcer read a poem by Shel Silverstein, changing ate to baked. The poem is meant to place the blame where it belongs, but it's kind of strange, considering that this is a book children's verses.
Dreadful"
by Shel Silverstein
in 'Where the Sidewalk Ends'
Someone baked the baby.
It's rather sad to say.
Someone baked the baby
So she won't be out to play.
We'll never hear her whiney cry
Or have to feel if she is dry.
We'll never hear her asking "Why?"
Someone baked the baby.
Someone baked the baby.
It's absolutely clear
Someone baked the baby
'Cause the baby isn't here.
We'll give away her toys and clothes.
We'll never have to wipe her nose.
Dad says, "That's the way it goes."
Someone baked the baby.
Someone baked the baby.
What a frightful thing to eat!
Someone baked the baby
Though she wasn't very sweet.
It was a heartless thing to do.
The policemen haven't got a clue.
I simply can't imagine who
Would go and (burp) bake the baby.
We have the original poem on a CD. It's actually kind of the way young children sometimes think about a new baby. I had one who kept trying to give his brother away: "Can we take Tom back to the hospital now? I've decided I don't like him." "Does Tom have to come when we move? I bet the new tenants would keep him!" "Do you think the air conditioner repairman would like to take Tom home?"