Sugar and spice and all things nice
is what I thought the good life was all about.
Having babies is very fine, but what a sacrifice.
Sleepless nights, bottle feeds and feeling all worn out.
When you’re feeling blue and are about to crumble,
the sound of a chuckling baby, cheeks just like a rose;
the sweetness of the child you can’t resist a cuddle
Children are the spice of life playing in the meadows.
But what about the holidays – two or three a year
India, Spain and Turkey – sunshine rain and snow?
These are spices of the world that will never disappear;
the sunshine and the golden sands, everything aglow.
Children splashing in a pool, making castles in the sand.
Life is full of spice, like walking in the woods.
It keeps the child within us if we visit Euroland.
What is the spice of life? It’s everything that’s good.