First thing in the morning we're your Mum and Dad
You bounce into our room and we're six kinds of glad
We'll have some adventures - we'll do all the chores
I'll show you my poems and you'll show me yours
But then I remember my feminist principles -
Still there after all these years -
'cause see, your Dad, he is doing his best
But he does a bit and then I do the rest
Then while I'm still catching my breath
I bump into some old doubts and fears -
'cause, see, I really was doing my best -
But I did a bit and then he did the rest
And that's when you tell us we're stupid:
How can one times zero be zero?
So then, do we stop and consider the math?
Or just insist: I'm your boss! He's your hero!
Shall we make time together
Then use it to fight?
And why does it matter
Who's wrong and who's right?
The post is all bills
The news is all bad
We'd like some fun now
But that's not to be had
See, first thing in the morning we're your Mum and Dad
But sometimes by bedtime we're Dumb and Mad
