When our children were born

we loved them to bits

and when they slept

it was so peaceful

exhausted we said to each other

dont wake the children as we slid under the bed cover.

But irony is

it works one way

the children always woke us

the same time

every night

every single day.

Then as the years

flew past so fast

the children grew up

we knew it would not last,

of they go with their friends

and we old codgers

off to bed by ten.

But then at twelve

I would hear the door

hear them say

dont wake my parents,

funny how things change.

So just to redress the balance

I'd walk down in my old pyjamas

it was worth the look

on their faces

as to their friends

I would wave

'Morning lads is this the dont wake the parents brigade'