Lyrics:
(to the tune of "Hark the Herald Angeles Sing")

Hark, the relatives complain,
"Your child is a royal pain.
You're too easy, you're not strict,
All he needs is a swift kick."

They don't listen, they don't see,
Doctors, therapists agree,
They don't care, they know it all,
Onto me, the blame must fall.

Hark, the relatives declare:
"Diagnosis? We don't care.
Kid's just lazy, bored, and rude,
All these problems come from you.”

They don't listen, they don't know
How their judgments hurt me so.
'Til my wisdom they extol,
I'm gifting them a lump of coal.

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Text copyright © Terri Mauro. Artwork copyright © Bobbie Peachey. All rights reserved.