There is a woman, With heaven underneath her feet. When I take a glimpse of her eyes, I forget about the stars. For the twinkle of her eyes is better than that of stars. When I gaze at her lips, I forget about the crimson of roses. For her lips are far rosier. When I hear her laugh, I forget about the nightingale. For her voice is far too merry. But do you know who this woman is? She is Mama the Marvellous.