If you hear sweet songs,
Sung by the early bird out,
Catching the worms,
For the little darlings,
Chirping of hunger,
From the cozy nest,
Made by their mother,
Who else would think of thee?
None other,
Than mother would have
Thoughts for thee.
A proof for all to see,
Within Animal instincts,
Inbred there by the Omnipotent,
To protect the very brethern,
None other,
Than mother would have
Thoughts for thee.