I will not have a temper tantrum...

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nor stomp across the floor

I will not pout, scream or shout

or kick against the door...

I will not throw my food around

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nor pick upon another

I'll always try to be real good.........

Because I am the Mother.

God made a wonderful mother

A mother that never grows old

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He made her smile of the sunshine

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And He molded her heart of pure gold.

In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,

In her cheeks, fair roses you see,

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God made a wonderful mother,

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And He gave that dear mother to me.

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