Every morning at eight o’clock my stomach starts to churn
A bowl of wheat, or something sweet, some toast that’s not too burned
It keeps me going a little while, I don’t need any rest
But when it comes to breakfast, yea, it’s children that I like best.

Children, children, my favourite if you please
Children, children, children go great with chips and peas.

Around midday I wonder what I might have for lunch
A sarnie with salami, yea, a little lettuce for the crunch
It keeps me going ‘til dinner – time, when the sun is setting in the west
But most of all at that time I think children are the best.

Children, children, a big fan of them I am
Children, children, go lovely with some jam.

And then at six o’ clock, as the weather starts to cool
Something warm and spicy followed with a gooseberry fool
My belly groans with pleasure, it’s food fit for a queen
‘Cos it’s children that are the nicest things that I have ever seen.

Children, children, not to thin and not too tall
Children, children, go best with nothing at all.