Gulping rats in a den of filth that is the childhood of a barn owl
Beating rats in a den of iniquity that’s the childhood that shouldn’t be allowed
Baying stray dogs in the darkened streets
Better than seeing your brother running from the bobby on his beats
As your mother sways home at nights from her clubbing and her fights
Whilst your father meek and mild takes care of her child, and whispers it’s alright!
Grandma brings the class act and makes you nice and posh
As your mother sits in the corner mouthing it’s all tosh!
Your father sits there tenderly, ignore her, you will hear
As he holds you close to his chest with a love that will endear
As horses are racing on the telly and gran fills your belly
Whilst mother sits and mocks you for turning into jelly
And choking you with her smoke, whilst gran complains it’s bad – get outside in the garden!
My mother shouts its raining are you mad?
Gran says it’s bad for her health!
My mother sits there smugly and says with happy stealth
Take her with you if you are so concerned, it doesn’t bother me!
She gets in the way of my fun – my gran nods and then agrees
She took me home and kept me, for a week or two and this happened regularly
Because of you know who!
And happy I was back then, living with my gran
And when it wasn’t with her, it was with cousins or Aunties June or Jan
I got around a lot when I was very young
Made friends in all sorts of places, where I was bunged
I learned to adapt so readily, to lots of different things
So there was never a song I couldn’t ever sing
That’s how I got to where I am today
In very different places
I’ve changed in many ways
And so I keep on growing
And I keep on learning things
Because I’ve become a butterfly
And I fly on colourful wings