There was a stirring in the bushes
     And a whisper in the air.
The birds, the mice and rabbits 
     Had something to prepare.

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"Mother’s Day is quickly coming, 
      So just what can we do?"
They sat around and thought a lot, 
      But didn't have a clue.

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The little mice said quietly:
      "We've thought of something nice.
Let's steal some cheese for Mummy.  
     It’s a favourite treat for mice."

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"Cheese?" said the other creatures.
     "Our mums would not like that."
"And the kitchen's closely guarded.  
     Did you think of Tom the cat?"

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"Our mums would like some lettuce," 
     Said the rabbits, with a grin,
"And if the gate's left open, 
    It’s quite easy to get in."

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"Have you forgotten Spot the dog?  
     He’ll soon chase you away?"
"Oh dear, yes we remember," 
     Said the rabbits in dismay.

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The subject had been thought about,
      Especially by the birds,
But they were very careful 
     When it came to saying words.

 

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They sat up in the branches, 
     And called from high above:
"What every mother really wants
      Is lots and lots of love."

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