No More Mama: a Tattletail Song

Did I make a grave mistake?
I don't know what to do.
Heart is racing; who's she chasing?
Is it me or you?

(Give me a treat! Give me a treat! Give me a treat!)

Hush now, quiet!
Close nearby, it's
heading right this way.
Piercing eyes and
fangs the size of
knife blades built to slay.
(Don't hide from Mama, she knows where you are)

Come on, hurry!
Aren't you worried?
Mama's come to play!
(Don't run from Mama! You won't get too far!)

(Brush me! Brush me!)

Palms are sweating,
Brow is getting
Damp with perspirant fear.
Hands are shaking,
Why's this taking so long?
Mama's here!

The pitter and patter of feet!
You cannot elude me, my sweet!

(Uh ooooh! Uh ooooooooh...)

No, don't do this!
Please pull through this!
I can't charge you now... (Uh ooooooooh...)
What's that scraping?
No escaping! (Uh ooooooooh...)
Must you be awkwardly loud?
(All the children tried to hide, but Mama could not be defied.)
(Turn the page and hear the tale of Mama's talking Tattletail.)

(Come to Mama!)
(Mama's watching!)
(Mama's looking after you!)

Terror, Trauma, No More Mama!
Terror, Trauma, No More Mama!

Terror, Trauma, No More Mama!
(No more running.)
Terror, Trauma, No More Mama!
(Mama's coming!)



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew John Pinkerton
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