The Mum Jumped Over The Moon

Hey fiddle diddle,

When you’ve got one or more littles,

Your life goes straight to the loon.

You’re always on your feet,

You never get to sleep,

And your social life becomes a deflated balloon.

At all times you’re tired,

The chaos is on fire,

And the cup ran away with the spoon.

The little ones cut teeth,

For well over a week,

And I may have wrung the neck of a well known goose.

Hey diddle diddle,

Was the cat on the fiddle?

And then the mum jumped over the moon.

(Thank you CoComelon, mother goose, and every other child rhyme - without you I’d have been driven insane long ago!)