“You must be in by eight o’clock!”
his mother said to him;
but Curly wanted to stay out late,
until the day was growing dim;
“You hang out with a naughty crowd!”
his mother added then,
“And spend your time in paddling!”
Mother, was such a mother hen.
“And don’t eat too much,
you’ll spoil your tea,
and try to keep your feathers clean,
it’s a shame you can’t be like your dad,
as a role model, you should be glad
to have him for your father,
but, no, you’d rather chat all night
with the gulls…
… but, that’s alright,
for a youngster like you,
I suppose you have to spread your wings,
my son, Curly Curlew,
for you, there will be ‘no’ curfew.”
