I couldn’t handle diapers or little babies too,
I couldn’t handle whining kids only the age of two.
I wouldn’t even try to get little kids to go to bed,
I’d rather leave them up and playing drums upon my head.
I won’t ever know what to teach my kids when they are teens,
Or when to tell them about cute birds and buzzing bees.
And then when they grow up, and live all on their own,
I hope they’ll still remember which house is still their home.
But at least I’ve got some comfort, a shoulder to lean on,
Because I always had a wonderful, loving Mom!