Drooping eyes,
Aching back
But ears hear the baby cry
The call that opens my eyes wide
And makes my heart cry instead!

Oh my dear baby!
I pick you up in my arms
And immediately my nose smells,
The task you've planned
To wake your mumma up!

Again, an hour's struggle,
And I finally put you to sleep.
And the moment I lie down,
I hear another cry shrill.

Now, I turn into a milk factory,
And feed your little tummy
And now, I am, my dear
A day and night waking dummy!

Be it the day
Or be it the night,
At your service,
You'll find your mumma, all right!

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19.02.2023