The nicest kind of children
Are those who stay away.
They don't run in the garden
Or screech and scream all day.
They do a little paper round
and give you all the dosh
They don't want pocket money
And their own clothes they wash.
They always go to school on time
and do their homework neatly
And when it comes to bedtime
They kiss their mummy sweetly.
They go upstairs at half past eight
and sleep the whole night through
Then morning comes, they greet you
With toast and tea for two.
At Christmas and on birthdays
They don't demand and whine
''We don't need lots of presents -
New clothes will be just fine.''
They help you with the housework
Or even do the lot
And serve you tea and chocolate
Half-hourly, on the dot.