Mummy is mad,
We can't change that,
But what consoles us
is that she's fond of us.
When she soars up,
We just hold her hand,
Like a balloon rising
dizzily in the wind.
Quiet, Leopold,
Please hush, above all,
In their mufflers, people
Could not understand.
When Mum starts laughing,
We forget we're hungry
that the school -bell' s ringing,
that neighbours are scary,
She is our idol,
She really fills our hearts
She must not be stolen
from us, taken afar
Quiet, Leopold,
Please hush, above all,
In their mufflers, people
Could not understand.
Mummy is mad.
We can't change that,
But I do not want her
stolen, taken afar..