My daughter came home from school

I'm almost out of my wits

The nurse has been today

And tells me my daughters got nits

 

Oh how can I now face the neighbours

How can I cope with the shame

I've always been clean neat and tidy

Can my life ever again be the same

 

Straight away I went down to the chemist

For shampoo and a comb with fine teeth

To help get to the roots for the crawlers

And dig out the eggs underneath.

 

I swore all the family to silence

I threatened if they put it about

They would have to stay in all the summer

Forbidden to ever go out.

 

Back home I prepared for the onslaught

Sat her down and then locked the door

Took the comb from its plastic container

And spread newspapers over the floor.

 

I scratched and I clawed  through her hair

As I searched every inch of her head

And made her sit down on the carpet

Until every nit lay there dead.