Mom’s song

Mom had bricks on her head
For stomachs all  the way up.

Mom’s song was for  her baby
That went winging in the tree.

Her spring blew in baby’s hair.
There was no breeze on bricks.

Bricks made  a song for breeze
That went winging in the tree.

Bricks rocked tummy’s cradle.
Baby was the song in mummy.

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