When will you listen?
When will you hear?
When will the shell you live in
Once upon a time there was a boy called Jack,
Who loved playing with his friends and having a good yak.
One day in the woods he met a big bear
Which gave him a bigger scare.
It’s mothers day, it’s mothers day,
And not a day to weep,
Its mothers day, not brothers day’
And there’s no time to time to sleep,
A deceitful cuckoo,
A parasite on the faithful parents
Of the chick it just killed.
A salty dropp swells up
With sorrow from a glistening eye.
It slides down slowly off the nose,
Leaving a shiny wet trail behind.