When we were young,
Many hymns you sung.
Things you taught,
Cheese-less hamburgers you bought.
(Oh, wait, that was Dad.)
Lots of good times we have had.
Then one day I saw you take
A few chickens to the 'back 40' and soup you did make.
That gave me a new respect for you,
Seeing what you do.
Put the fear into me,
In trouble I did not want to be.
Oh, Mother, Mother, what can I say?
You dispatched a mean young rooster today.
It seems that you have ninja skills,
Dispatching chickens fits the bill.
Those chickens never you should cross,
They better learn that you 'da boss.
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