My mother never sang me a sweet lullaby
Even when I sank deep and began to cry
Vocalizing sentiment was not her thing
And that is why I never heard her sing
No mellifluous notes put me to sleep
But snug in bed, she did take a peak
And said, it couldn't be all that bad
But I still felt awful, very, very sad
Why ruin your good looks with a frown
Come dear, betters days are to be found
She didn't understand my tantrum fuss
Light's out she ordered, sleep, you must
The next day I forget what was in my head
Sunbeams through the window to my bed
The room flooded with with joyful beams
For life is never, ever, ever what it seems
My sunny disposition had been restored
My sadness was imagined I was bored
Mother knew it was a passing phase
And lauded me with warmth and praise
No baby lullaby's for me if you please
My imaginary sadness had disappeared
I remember now, Mother's positive view
Was at the core, of everything we do
And to this day, everyday, I still recall
How really silly I was when I was small.
