(To the tune of-I saw momma kissing santa)

I saw Little Hawk kissing Mar-gar-et
underneath the porch beside the shed.
He didn't see me leap, he don't know I'm a creep.
He thought that he was all alone , instead he had Tom Peep.

Then I saw Little Hawk biting down on her,
What a funny look upon his face.
Oh you guys should have been there,
when Margaret ran out of air,
Little Hawk blew up his doll last night.

(This of coarse has no reference to the fact that Hawk had a blow up doll he called- Margaret Thatcher)
*See Penelope gets engaged for further reference.

Yours very truly,
Shirly Holmes