TILT AND TUMMY
Here in the land of Tilt and Tummy,
Lives a very famous mummy,
In her house she’s very brave,
For her children she will slave.
All day long she does her chores,
Until she just cant do no more,
Washing ironing cleaning sheets,
Cooking food for kids to eat.
Polishing dusting tiding up,
All these things is cleaver stuff,
Just a little time to shop,
Oh my god she does the lot.
So if you drive through Tilt and Tummy,
Have a thought for dear old mummy,
When you pass bye where she lives,
Just node your head she has ten kids.
By B Kingsford Copyright2004
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