FOUR SCORE AND EIGHT YEARS AGO,
THE YEAR THAT I WAS BORN.
ON A COLD JANUARY MORNING, JUST
ABOUT THE BREAK OF DAWN.
I EMERGED THRU THE BEAUTIFUL
PORTALS OF MY MOTHERS WOMB.
INTO A COLD, DRAFTY, DARK AND
DIMELY LIT ROOM.

I ARRIVED BALD, TOOTHLESS AND
ALL SHREVELED UP.
I WAS SKINNY, SLIPPERY AND WET,
LIKE A NEW BORN PUP.
WITH A SHARP SLAP ON MY BOTTOM.
I BEGAN TO SCREAM AND SHOUT.
ONLY TO SHUT UP, WHEN THEY GAVE
ME A BUST IN MY MOUTH.

SO WHENEVER I FELT I HAD TO BE FED,
I'D SCREAM AND HOLLER, TILL MY
HOLE BODY TURNED RED.
THEN THEY SOON WASHED AND DRESSED
ME AND MADE ME FEEL WARM.
THIS WAS THE FIRST TIME I WAS GLAD
I WAS BORN.

SUCKELING ON MY MOMS BREASTS WERE
THE BEST TIMES I COULD REMEMBER.
I SUCKELED AND FED ON THEM FOR TEN
MORE DECEMBERS.
THESE WERE THE GOOD TIMES WITH NO
PROBLEMS OR WORRY.
I DID'NT WANT TO GROW UP, CAUSE I WAS
NOT IN ANY HURRY.

SOON I WAS INTRODUCED TO BOTH MY
MOM AND MY DAD.
AND FOUND THA THESE TWO WERE THE
BEST THAT I HAD.
IT WAS THEN THAT I FOUND HOW
IMPORTANT MY MOM WAS TO BE.
BECUSE SHE WAS THE ONLY OME
WHO ALWAYS CLEANED, BURPED
AND FED ME.

THIS WAS THE START OF MY
FIRST AND EVERLASTING LOVE.
CAUSE MOM AND I FIT TOGETHER,
LIKE A HAND IN A GLOVE.
MOM COMFORTED MY FEARS AND KISSED
MY HURTS AWAY.
MOM CARRESSED AND LOVED ME AND
TAUGHT ME TO PRAY.

THESE WERE BY FAR MY BEST AND
MOST FORMATABLE YEARS.
MOM TAUGHT TO LOVE THRU SADDNESS
AND TEARS.
THEN MOM TAUGHT ME TO SING AND
TAUGHT ME TO TALK
AND WITRH LOTS OF PATIENCE AND
LOVE, MOM TAUGHT ME TO WALK.

THRU ALL OF THIS LEARNING, MOM
AND I A BARREL OF FUN.
AND WITH LOTS OF MORE PAIENCE
AND LOVE MOM TAUHT ME TO RUN.
MOM WAS ALWAYS THERE TO CLEAN
AND WASH MY DIRTY CLOTHES.
AND MY MOM WAS ALWAYS THERE TO
WIPE THE SNOT OFF MY NOSE.