Mother, I pray that, that Of every woke up in the morn All animals in exist, birds, aqua lives, wild lives Sing thee praises In ways we human can not Because in their melodiousness Will repose something strange That will for veritas mingle Thy soul to gaiety unseen For you too, is their caretaker As man their surveyor Is the child of mama Mama; mum of all living men Mama; the feather of human security