Mommy
Mommy still goes coochy coochy coo
Midnight's are for sipping warm milk
Simmered to perfection like I like
And being tucked in tight is so comfy cozy
Under the covers munching baked cookies
Leaving the crumbs to their own devices
Causing mischief as they might
With only a flashlight for our protection
Mommy tells me bedtime stories
About when I was only thirty five
Playing all grown up for survival
Because the mean old world is terrible
Give me a huggypoo to keep me safe
Tell me about the good old days
Is it true what they say
A boys best friend is mommy?
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