The Red Menace Michael Vine Look at my boy; he's sleeping so well Little you know; before it was hell! He wouldn't stay down, Though I begged and I pleaded. I couldn't work out What my little boy needed. I gave him warm milk, with a kiss and a cuddle. He moved right on in, For his nighty time snuggle. But with a shake and a jump, He was up and about. Therw was nothing to do, But let him wear out. I've now learned my lesson; That not before bed, My sons not to have Food coloured with red

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