Twinkle Twinkle Little Star
Shine on Mammy from afar.
Something’s wrong… She must be lost…
And Daddy seems so very cross.
Granny says I should not cry
Mam lives with Jesus in the sky.
Gran must be wrong… I know I’m right…
My Mammy would not leave at night!
She’d wake me up to say good-bye…
She’d hold me tight and whisper why
She had to leave me here alone
Sitting, waiting by the phone….
So Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star
Please show my Mammy where we are!

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