Mother births us, wishes well,
Father carries us through hell,
Sets us down to hear a tale,
Of what is best to do,
Mother rations, not to much,
Father gives a guiding touch,
Sparingly, he’ll use a crutch,
You must rely on you,
Mother kisses us goodnight,
Father sets the dark alight,
Let’s us know that all is right,
And it begins anew.
JDoyle