Songs

I often find tunes forming in my head, and since having children they have become, well, rather child-like. So much so that I appear to have composed one song per daughter. At the moment they are rather proud of them, but then, they also like songs about fat egg-men falling off walls, winding up bobbins, curds, and old-aged pensioners who inexplicably eat ever larger insects and farm animals till they pop their clogs, so let's be honest, children are really no judge.

The lyrics are as follows.

Isla's Song

V1: You've got funny feet like Mummy

Funny feet like Mummy

Feet like spatulas, feet like a duck

With feet like that you should waddle and quack

Funny feet, plates of meat,

What a sight to seeeee!

You've got funny feet like Mummy

Poor old Isla B.

V2: You've got nice big eyes like Daddy

Nice big eyes like Daddy

Eyes like saucers, eyes like pools

Eyes to make people simper like fools

Lovely eyes, nice mince pies,

What a sight to seeeee!

You've got nice big eyes like Daddy

Lucky old Isla B!

Hester isn't insulted quite so directly, but her, shall we say fondness of food, and great big fat bottom and tummy are dealt with in her song.

Hester's Song

Hetty Betty Bumpkin

Lived in a pie

Sausage and onion

Oh my, my

Liver and Bacon

What a treat

Chicken and Mushroom

Nice to eat

Blackberry and Apple

In my tum

Lemon Meringue

Oh yum yum yum

Bread and butter pudding

Once in a while

That's guaranteed to

make Hetty smile

My sister, who visits us often on her days off during the week, says that her Betrothed claims he can tell when she's been to see us because she is singing the food one, which permeates the house like the smell of cake. But then, despite not having a bottom and tummy nearly so large as Hetty's, she does nevertheless like a drop of pudding too.