Flushed Away

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