Baby Money

It’s funny that my money goes
Not to my savings, but Tescos
To buy your sweets and cheap new dummies
Half price puree for your tummy

I hunt for buy-one-get-one-free
To try to keep my family
At least I’m grateful when I stop
That I don’t work in a sweatshop;

The council gives to me for nothing
A little extra, a little something
That I can spend on little you
Or maybe just to fix my loo

I work so hard for you my dear
It’s only been a little year
But still you want a great deal more
Than I would have the money for!