All the angels up in heaven
Hang their shining heads to cry;
Even Santa Claus grows solemn
When you tell your mum a lie.
And the fairies in the garden
Who leave silver for your tooth,
They will whisper, if you ask them:
‘Always tell your mum the truth’.
If you don’t believe in fairies,
Or that reindeer ever flew,
You might murmur three Hail Mary’s
For the lies your mum told you.