Sarie Brown had been widdered fur years,
She had a hard life, with not much laughter, mainly tears.
Her younguns had all left home,
To the far corners, they had roamed.
Nerie a one had come to visit a spell,
Sarie's heart was broken, do tell.
She called hern son, Billy Jack,
He sed," Sorry Mama, but I kant come back!"
She called hern girl, Martha Jane,
She had no time fur Mama, the news was the same!
That put a frost on Sarie's punkin,
She hatched a plan, she'd teach them younguns sumptin!
She had a neighbor Lady write them kids that she was dead,
" Please cum home fur yore Mama's wake", the letter done sed.
Them younguns got the letter and high-tailed it back,
Theyuns didn't take the time to git theys drawers outta theys crack.
They found Sarie, in a pine box, lyin in state,
Them younguns commensed to boo-whoin, lamentin theys fate.
Big ole crocodile tears fell on theys Mama's face,
To stay away so long, was theys disgrace.
They wailed," Oh Sweet Mama, comes back to me!"
" I bee as sorry as I kin be!"
Sarie raised up and sed," Sweet Younguns, don't you bee blue!"
" Here's yore Dear Mama, I have cums back to you!"
Them Younguns messed theys drawers and fainted dead away,
Sarie jest grinned, cause all in all it turned out to be a rat pleasurable day!

MUSIC: Precious Memories