Sleep, my little Pollyanna,
in your Dolce and Gabana.
Mummy has a dream for you
which like hers could all come true.
You spread yourself across Page Three,
grin and bare it on TV,
buy a great big shopping bag
and find you've grown to be a WAG.
You score a striker, make him slaver,
you get a pre-nup in your favour.
You wed in haste and live in leisure
and, when it ends, repent in pleasure.
Sleep, my little Pollyanna,
in your Dolce and Gabana.
Mummy's dream could all come true.
What did for her could do for you.
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