Hush little baby

don’t you cry

Your mama’s not rich

or good looking

There’s trouble cooking


So keep a low profile

Switch off your mobile

Don’t answer the door

Hide your cash

under the floor


Best to keep stum

Go on the run

Take a deep breath

If your scared to death

Try not to panic

If it all gets manic


Call the old bill

You know the drill

By now you know

it off by heart

No one gives

a shiny fart


So stay alive

You will survive

As Whitney sang

along with the band

She was found

In the bath

No don’t laugh

This is serious stuff

Keep still, hush!





◄ All that Malarkey

Angel Meadow ►


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