| Here's to my Mom, what can I say? She makes me come in when I want to play And brush my teeth four times a day! At homework time there's no horseplay. Sometimes when we are at the table She says, "Eat that!" and I'm not able Cause she's pointing at a vegetable, Food that belongs out in the stable! When I think she's gone, she soon appears And shouts, "Now wash behind those ears." Then, "Pick up that mess you little dears." When I say bad stuff she always hears. Because of her I pout and whine, As I hang my clothes up in a line. But, still, today this Mom of mine Is getting this sweet Valentine! So now, dear Mom, I'll tell you true. I forgive the stuff you make me do. And hope that all my love comes through On this Valentine I've made for you. —Grandpa Tucker |
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