I want my mummy
I want my mummy
That’s what she said
Over and over again
I want my mummy
Going quite red
I started to count up to ten.
I want my mummy
Mouth gaping wide
To deliver the maximum sound
I want my mummy
Drops from my side
To pound both her legs on the ground.
Tears, gunk and butter
On my black skirt
As I stumble away for the day.
Tears blind my eyes
As I turn back to wave
But the little toad’s run off to play.
