In the source of the orbs
At the heart of all zephyr and wooze
She knows just how well the hands of time will march
Like a cosmic watch powered by celestial booze
If the bleachers in August will boom in zoom rooms
The Braves will find waves in the rain
Knowing much more than TV ads about schmooze
She's saved us much more than our brain
When the ruffs have by floss no more waffles in reams
And roofs just by counting more sheep sew more jeans
And when mom’s heard the 10,000th ruse
She always seems to know just what’s up at the zoos
Thousands of whirls of rockets, silk, age for us
12billion percent more than her maxi-mom wage for us
Glory That Shines in the Dawn
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mOm!
