Mother's Story
Even though tomorrow grows old
Forget not mother’s story as told
Son, be like the old wise toad
That ribbits when the night is cold
Oh! Pray, be merry and bold
When your valor is a gem to behold
You can bring down mountains with your fingers unfold
This mother’s story as told
Forget not your days of old
Now your bones are frail and old
And your wishes are stick to hold
Say your hungers ten-times a fold
To be young is to be old
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