When I was 15, I wrote a musical set in a 1920s speakeasy, and the plot called for a character to sit down at the piano and sing a very sentimental song:
Oh what a lovely pal was Mother
Who would always care for me so well.
I know I can never find another
Who could be half as swell.
My mother helped to dress me
When I was just a tot
When I'd sneeze, she'd always bless me.
Ungrateful to her, I'm not!
My mother is my favorite member
Of our fine family
So, you always should remember:
Without mothers, where would we be?
