I'm boarding a plane
It's getting cold, I hear it screaming
I know my seat number
Panic rides great sorrow
I'm approaching the row of complaints
The screaming gets louder and louder
The fear now gives way to certainty here
A toddler is sitting right next to me

Here's the question of all classes
"Is it allowed and can one hate children?"

I hate children
I hate children

The screamer is now tumbling back and forth
The mother is flipping through a magazine
Speaks silently to the child while she reads
And while eating an apple
The good Lord wants to punish me
The nerve-wracking child doesn't want to sleep
Doesn't stop screaming at all
The father has long been sleeping like a stone

Here's the question of all classes
"Can and must one hate children?"

I hate children
I hate children

No, I love them
Yes, I love them
The big ones and the little ones
But they have to be mine

But suddenly it becomes quiet
It laughs at me, I'm delighted
Reach out for the little one
Then it starts screaming again

I hate children
I hate children

No, I love them
Yes, I love them
The big ones and the little ones
But they have to be mine

I hate children
I hate children
Here comes the question of all questions
"Can and must one hit children?"
No, I love them
Yes, I love them
All children, big and small
But they should be mine

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