An ode to my mum

My mother, she drives me to school
And she is no fool.
She looks pretty cool,
When we go to the pool

My mother, she takes me to the park
And we make all the dogs bark.
She is so beautiful,
Even in the dark.

My mum, she loves to cook,
She's always looking in her recipe book.
Even when I sook,
She gives me a caring look.

This is my ode to my mum,
Who smiles like the sun
And is aged no more than forty-one.
But when I'm naughty, boy do I run.

She is a bunch of flowers,
And cares for me for hours.
This is an ode to my mum,
The one I have loved since day one.