Mother Hen, Mother Hen!
Leave us alone!
We can do it all on our own!
Mother Hen, Mother Hen!
Stop making a fuss!
You don’t own us!
We’ve got this down to a fine art!
We don’t need you
We, blind fools
We have a cottage industry going
We get people to buy our latest books
We sell secrets to gain riches
We are in the know
We plaster on smiles
We wear suits
We look beautiful on the outside
We have them eating out of the palm of our hands
We create the atmosphere
We drown them in their tears
We make them fall down with a glance
We prey on the credulous
We take their cash
We know how to put on a good show
Mother Hen cries
Mother Hen sighs
Mother Hen will have her revenge
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