HAPPY BIRTHDAY MOMMA!
I really love my mother,
And it surely makes me proud,
To know I’m one of her pesky kids,
And to sing her praises loud.
My mother has a birthday,
Almost every year.
And on that day she’ll ponder life,
And even shed a tear.
See, Ma don’t like her birthdays;
She says they make her old,
But she’s as sharp as she ever was,
If the truth be told.
My mother showed me lots of things,
About the world, you see,
So then I could teach my pesky kids,
The things my mom taught me.
Thank goodness for you, mom. Where would I be without you?
By Karl Fuchs