Mama is a working girl.
She leaves near ev'ry day.
But always back to home she comes.
Three girls are there to play.
They meet her at the door, all three,
one running, two at crawls.
And each will squeal or laugh or clap
til she can hold them all.
No matter how the day drags on,
from morn to early night,
the precious smiles from those dear three
will always set things right.
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