Going from one project to next
It has a domino effect
They all knock down and out of way
And then I think it’s time for play
But then again, I know it’s not
There’s something else that I’ve forgot
So back again I start another
Project, errands of a mother
These are things not quite my own
But my dear, heart is not stone
I do them quick no matter what
And open doors before were shut
This is my loving helping hand
And busy where it is I land
Sometimes it seems I’m disconnected
But building must now be erected
Am I quite your Superwoman?
Well, I feel it-all that zoomin’
What if I just dropped my hanky?
Would love retrieve so tall and lanky?
Or would I sing a sad ‘Blue Moon’?
Someone else should me to croon
Hear me howl, just as a dog
Someday will come I’ll kiss a frog!
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