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