WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND
Children are a blessing, a fact no one is denying.
They come into our quiet lives all wrinkly and a-crying.
Parenthood’s a heavy task you never learned in school
And if you think it’s easy then you’re just a God-damn fool.
You take them home as newborns not knowing what to do.
Warm their bottles, wash their clothes and clean up all their poo.
Those little babes can tire you out and run you in the ground
And when bedtime rolls around you pray their sleep is sound.
You do the very best you can to teach them right from wrong
And feed them milk and vegetables to grow up big and strong.
Some kids are such a pleasure, they warm their mother’s hearts.
All they do is such a joy; you can’t even smell their farts!
They do their chores, their homework, too, and never answer back
And when it’s time go to bed they jump right in the sack.
Then there are the nasty ones who don’t do what they’re taught.
Like Harry Potter’s nemesis they act like Lord Voldemort.
They’re mean to all the other kids like a dog without its bone,
A bunch of little shits who make life miserable at home.
They say that kids learn from their folks to live a proper life
So try to fill your child’s world with happiness, not strife.
And don’t forget in sixty years-time, give a year or two
It’s your kids who’ll be feeding you and cleaning up your poo!