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My dietician called with concern

Was very surprised indeed to learn

I've been a very naughty girl

And it turned her head in a whirl


Her neat little plan - her regimen

Was first on my back then off again

You see it's not very easy carrying on my back

A black and unsightly feeding rucksack


You need the calories, and vitamins too

(And all she said I already knew!)

To miss your feeds in such a way

To go without almost every day

Is almost a timebomb waiting to blow

I hung my head and cried -- I know!


You see I have an hectic life

A mother, a daughter and a wife

My dad needs attention as much as myself

Funny as they get old he thinks of himself

And yes I know this selfish way

Doesn't help me through the day


My daughter can't drive and I take her to class

She's a really good kid, my little lass

So I don't have the time of day

To go on my feeds in this way


No sooner I get the rucksack on

Some things happen, opportunity gone

I can't sit down and take a break

Or find any time that I can take

I'm always doing something -- can't slow down

I could hear her sighing and imagine her frown


I wish I was a bit more wise

But I'm not gonna tell no lies

I don't have time to ingest

Or take a well earned longed for rest!


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