Mothers

Mother tidy my room
Get out the broom
Launder my things
Get on those wings

Fly around fast
For time will not last
I'll soon be home
Seeking financial loan

I'm off out tonight
Until quite late right
Shop and make tea
Mother look out for me

If you were a witch
Your nose you could twitch
Getting everything done
Leaving more time for fun

When I leave home
It will be you that can loan
The Grandchildren each day
While I make time for play

Dear mother it's true
We take a lot out of you
Indeed a mother's roles cast
Until the final day she'll last

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TXu 1-598-102 & 295451
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