Mother's Pride

Here he comes, Mother's pride
With the first ever satchel
She bought him swinging by his sideHere he comes, Mother's pride
With a headful of
Get your laces tied and woe betideWith a year's supply
Of sandwiches and fairy cakes
That she provides
For him to eat at dinner breaksIt's no surprise at all
At all the friends, he makes
His stomach aches
His mother's prideHe's presentable, well looked after
He's domestically disastrous
He's adorable, Mother's prideHere he comes, Father's pride
With a head filled up
With devil dogs and genocideHere he comes, Father's pride
Showing all the kids
His tickets for ringsideHe'll always roam the yard
Looking for a fight
He'll pick on all the kids
Who're twice his heightHe's the reason dinner ladies
Toss and turn at night
Teacher's plight, Father's prideHe's the image of his dad
Mickey Mouse meets Jack the lad
He's never sad, Father's prideHere he comes, Mother's pride
Here he comes, Father's pride
Here he comes, Mother's prideFather's pride, his mother's pride