Mothers’ Day

Mothers’ Day
by John Forster & Tom Chapin
© 1989 Limousine Music Co. & The Last Music Co. (ASCAP)

Early Sunday morning
Dad came into our room and said,
“Shhh... Let’s not wake Mommy.
We’re gonna make Mommy breakfast in bed.”
Mothers’ Day. Mothers’ Day.
Our own Mommy’s special day is here.

We went down to the kitchen,
Opened up the cupboard door.
Let’s see... what would she like?
Granola? No. Hot oatmeal? No.
Pancakes? Yeah!
With syrup? Yeah!
And bacon? Mommy won’t eat bacon!
She will on
Mothers’ Day. (Go get the cookbook.)
Mothers’ Day. (We’ll need some aprons.)
Our own Mommy’s special day is here.

Let’s see... Pancakes... Hmm...
Page two-fifteen in the Joy Of Cooking:
Eggs, flour, wheat germ, lots of other stuff.
Kids, see if you can find the baking powder.
How ’bout baking soda?
Close enough.
Mothers’ Day. (I’ll mix the O.J.)
Mothers’ Day. (I’ll fold the napkins.)
Our own Mommy’s special day is here.

Okay. Everything ready? Show time!
Up the stairway, open up your eyes, Mom.
Through the doorway, here’s your big surprise.
Wake up Mom, your breakfast tray is here.

Oh, my goodness! Is this for me?
What are all these lovely things
You’ve brought me?
Did you really make it all yourselves?
Buckwheat chocolate chip
Apple raisin pancakes!
I can’t wait to taste them. Ummm... Ummm!
Mothers’ Day. (Do you like it, Mom?)
Mothers’ Day. (It’s indescribable.)
Our own Mommy’s special day is
Mothers’ Day. (Have another one.)
Mothers’ Day. (They’re very filling.)
Our own Mommy’s special day is here.
What a shame it’s only once a year.
Just one month ’til Fathers’ Day is here.

This song appears on Tom Chapin's Moonboat CD.

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