These children have been spoiled
I've arrived here just in time
By chance I've brought the punishment
That best befits the crime
Brimstone and treacle
And cod liver oil
Liberal doses of each
These are the treats from which children recoil
The lessons I'm going to teach
Just follow my model
And don't Molly- coddle
It may lead the irksome to irk
So seek satisfaction
From punitive action
Brimstone and treacle will work
Open
Does it taste as bad as it smells
Hmm worse
Do I have to
Open
Brimstone and treacle and carbolic soap
These are the tools of my trade
With spoonfulls of sugar you don't have a hope
Of seeing that changes are made
Where manners are chronic
My tincture's the tonic
That's certain to wipe off a smirk
Just pour out a ration
In matronly fashion
Brimstone and treacle will work
Your son will go to boarding school at once
As for the girl I shall take charge of her myself
I won't stand for whining or whingeing and whimpering
Crying or lying or sobbing or simpering
Please here it's clear that they need do such bad habit lurk
First threaten to throttle
Then uncork the bottle
Brimstone and treacle will work
You never show me my room
Brimstone and treacle will work
