My mother, bustling, hustling, taking care of me.
My mother, watching me climb a tree.
Most days she works, while all alone,
Writing articles and on the phone.
My mother, very kind all day long.
Sometimes she's grouchy, but I understand,
So I try to lend a helping hand to my mother;
Practicing the violin, watching me grin
As she squeaks out a scale and says, "Oh, well."
My mother, my mommie does a good job being my mother,
being my mom.