Mommy, Mommy, Mommy
Lo, children are an heritage ofthe LORD: and the fruit of thewomb is his reward. Ps. 127:3
At six o'clock in the morning,I get the "Mommy Blues" -"Mommy, where's my stockings?""Mommy, where's my shoes?"
"Mommy, I want some toast now.""Yeah, Mom, I want some, too!""But, Mommy, I want cereal -Should I give this bottle to Boo?"
"Mommy, which blouse should I wear,My pink one or my white?""Mommy, where's my schoolbooks?I left them here last night."
"Mommy, would you tie my shoes?""Mommy, brush my hair.""Can I have some water, Mom?""Make him get off my chair."
"Mommy, I want a cookie, please.""Mommy, button my shirt.""Mommy, the baby's crying,And Ronnie's in the dirt."
"Mommy, is it time to leave?Will you get my boots for me?""Johnny's jumping on the bed, Mom,And Kathy's hitting me!"
"Mommy, where's my dolly?""Mommy, where's my truck?""Mom, the telephone's ringin!" -Boy, that's just my luck!
"Mommy, can we go out now -It's not raining anymore.""Mommy, will you get my bike?""Hey, Mom, Ron's out the door!"
"Vicki fell off the swing, Mom -She cut her little hand.""Mommy, Ronnie's in the street,And Denny's throwing sand!"
"Mommy, I want a sandwich.""Mom, I want some soup."It isn't even noon yet,And I'm beginning to droop.
"Mommy, mommy, mommy",It seems that's all I hear,But "Mommy" is an important word,And I'll hear it yet for years.