The Weaning Blues

Where's ma mumma gone? (do dum do dum do dum)

I'll holler all night long (do dum do dum do dum)

I'm keepin you awake (do dum do dum do dum)

For ma mumma you did take (do dum do dum do dum)

[Repeat, ad nauseam, all bloody night, taking it in turns - first the calves, then Brian's lambs across the valley, now ours]