Poor Mum
Poor mum, poor mum
After a lifetime of dreaming
Poor mum, poor mum
Whatever became of your scheming?
Nothing worked out in the way that you planned
Nothing was quite as you thought
Try very hard not to misunderstand
Joyous, it flies, cannot be caught
Poor mum, poor mum
Where did you take a wrong turning?
Poor mum, poor mum
Pack up that last little yearning
Pack it away with the books and the toys
Silent and dumb, silent and mum
Guard and grab at your life
And forget you are poor, poor mum