He didn't like the casserole
And he didn't like my cake
My biscuits were too hard...
Not like his mother used to make
I didn't perk the coffee right
He didn't like the stew
I didn't mend his socks...
The way his mother used to do
I pondered for an answer
I was looking for a clue
Then I turned around and smacked him...
Like his Mother used to do
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