She doesn’t love me much, my Mommy, No!
She shouts and frowns and tells me off, so,
She punishes me when I do wrong,
And sometimes makes me wait SO long,

But who is that there by my bed?
Tucking me in and stroking my head?
Praying for me while I am asleep
and checking that I am warm while I’M counting sheep

It’s Mommy! My Mommy! She DOES love me so!
She whispers: ” My big boy, come high or come low,
come shouting, come frowning, come waiting and so,
no matter what happens, I will NEVER let you go.”