Children, Children, Let Your Mother Be

Children, children, let your mother be.

Go outside and play, ‘til the end of day

‘Cause the migraine you sparked is hurting me.

Play hopscotch; on that we can agree

Act topnotch; until my pain is at bay

Children, children, let your mother be.

Pretend to be a horse, galloping free

Let siblings ride, but do it far away

‘Cause the migraine you sparked is hurting me.

Play hide and seek, ‘neath the old oak tree

If I don’t find you, please don’t feel dismay

Children, children, let your mother be.

Play pat-a-cake, in groups of two or three

While I close my eyes and begin to pray

‘Cause the migraine you sparked is hurting me.

I am drinking a tall glass of chablis

While you scream at cars on the straight motorway

Children, children, let your mother be.

‘Cause the migraine you sparked is hurting me.