quick, quick mummy,
bring me some honey,
that lovely runny,
golden sunny treat.
quick, quick mummy,
bring me some cereal,
those soggy sugary flakes,
help to steal my tiredness.
quick, quick mummy,
bring me your warm loving smile,
and your heavy bagged eyes.
for i cannot cope this morning,
the alarm clock,
syncopates with my headache
my coffee tastes more bitter than i,
the ciggarette is burning my mind,
i really could, lay down and die.
quick quick mummy,
bring me some milky warm tea,
breakfast time,
just aint what it used to be.
without runny honey,
and dear old mummy,
life really aint that sweet.
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