You let me get your morning juice
And gladly help with coffee
This is to say more actually
You chance to be all sloppy
But when is comes to changing you
You stretch your lungs for mommie to do
You let m put the coffee
It's hot, 'n that you knew, 'n
Then you called out for the bowl
Of sugar and the spoon
But when it came to breakfast you
Again called for mommie
You helped me put the cream right in
And stirred it two or three swoops
Which made, of course, half my drink
Spill across the counter, oops
But when it came to dressing you
Once mire you cry for mommie
Oh my sweet darling love
Just a note of thanks
I will always remember this
That you save the worse for mom
And the best you do give
To mom as well!
