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TO MY MOTHER
By Baz

Blue eyed chubby soft and snug
I dribbled in my pram
while all the family and friends said what a little lamb
now all the world can love a lamb
so helpless white and curly
but what when it becomes a ram
plain stubborn foul and surly
lovely is the fresh new life
that paints the world in spring
with daffodils that grow on banks
and snowdrops growing in there ranks
or mushrooms in a ring
but as the season starts to warm
and hot grows summers breath
nettles docks and weeds arise
and choke the flowers to death
so all young things should can be beloved
but love is harder when
the little lamb becomes a sheep
the chick becomes a hen
kitten to cat with teeth and claws
puppy to dog with dirty paws
pigglet to pig with gobbling jaws
and babies turn to men
so thankyou mother for my life
I'm sorry for the pain and strife
but now I'm grown and have a wife
and wee lambs of my own.