Benjamin Franklin – We Have an Old Mother
We Have An Old Mother
By Benjamin Franklin
We have an old mother that
Peevish is grown
She snubs us like children that
Scare walk alone
She forgets we're grown up and
Have sense of our own
Which nobody can deny, deny
Which nobody can deny.
If we don't obey orders,
Whatever the case;
She frowns, and she chides
And she loses all patience
And sometimes she hits us
A slap in the fact
Which nobody can deny, deny
Which nobody can deny.
Her orders so odd are,
We often suspect
That age has impaired
Her sound intellect
But still an old mother
Should have some respect
Which nobody can deny, deny
Which nobody can deny.
We'll join in her lawsuits
To baffle all those
Who, to get wheat she has,
Will be often her foes;
But we know it must all be
Our own, when she goes.
Which nobody can deny, deny
Which nobody can deny....