NAUGHTY

Jack and Jill went up the hill to fetch a pail of water 

So they say, their subsequent fall was inevitable

They never stood a chance, they were written that way

I wonder why they didn't just change their story

We're told we have to do what we're told, but surely

Sometimes you have to be a little bit naughty

Just because you find that life's not fair, it

Doesn't mean that you just have to grin and bear it

If you always take it on the chin and wear it

Nothing will change

Even if you're little, you can do a lot, you

Mustn't let a little thing like "little" stop you

If you sit around and let them get on top, you

Might as well be saying you think that it's okay

And that's not right

And if it's not right

You have to put it right

But nobody else is gonna put it right for me

Nobody but me is gonna change my story

Sometimes you have to be a little bit naughty

WHEN I GROW UP 

When I grow up

I will be tall enough to reach the branches

That I need to reach to climb the trees

You get to climb when you're grown up

And when I grow up

I will be smart enough to answer all the questions that you need

to know the answers to before you're grown up

And when I grow up, I will eat sweets everyday

On the way to work and I will go to bed late every night

And I will wake up when the sun comes up

And I will watch cartoons until my eyes go square

And I won't care 'cause I'll be all grown up

When I grow up

MIRACLE 

My mummy says I’m a miracle!
My daddy says I’m his special little guy!
I am a princess  And I am a prince.
Mum says I’m an angel sent down from the sky
My daddy says I’m his special little soldier
No-one is as handsome, strong as me
It’s true he indulges my tendency to bulge
But I’m his little soldier, hup two four free!

My mummy says I’m a miracle
One look at my face and it’s plain to see.
Ever since the day doc chopped the umbilical cord
It’s been clear there’s no peer for a miracle like me.
My mummy says I’m a precious Barrelina
She has never seen a prettier Barrelina
She says if I’m keen I have to cut down on the cream
But I’m a Barrelina so GIVE ME MORE CAKE!

THIS LITTLE GIRL 

Stop being pathetic, Jenny Just get on your feet,
Jenny You are going to march in there
And give them a piece of your mind
Leave it alone, Jenny
The more that you try
The more you’ll just look like a fool
This is not your problem
You’ve not got the spine
You are a teacher just go back to school
But this little girl… This miracle
She seems not to know That she’s special at all
And what sort of teacher would I be
If I let this little girl fall
I can see this little girl needs
Somebody strong To fight by her side.
Instead she's found me, pathetic little me and
another door closes and Jenny's outside

SCHOOL SONG 

And so you think you're able

To survive this mess by being a prince or a princess

You will soon see

There's no escaping tragedy

And even

If you put in heaps of effort

You're just wasting energy

'Cause your life as you know it, is ancient history

I have suffered in this jail

I've been trapped inside this cage for ages

This prison cell!

But if I try, I can remember

Back before my life had ended

Before my happy days were over

Before I first heard the pealing of the bell

Like you, I was curious

So innocent, I asked a thousand questions

But unless you want to suffer

Listen up and I will teach you

A thing or two

You listen here, my dear

You'll be punished so severely if you step out of line

And if you cry, it will be double

You should stay out of trouble

And remember to be extremely careful