Kids to the left of me, kids to the right of me

Kids screaming loudly, kids they’re a blight to me

Give them a sweetie or some other thing

Let them outside, to cry on the wing

Just please keep them quiet, I’m trying to rest

It’s a four hour flight and I’m not at my best

Now, I’ve got an idea which seems rather bold

Shall I see if the crew have got room in the hold

Or the loo, that’s a good place to send them to play

Then if luck’s on our side, they might get flushed away