The Parent’s Song

My sweet child, make your bed
So when you sleep, you rest your head
Upon the soft and orderly, divine.

My sweet child, clean your room
So when you work, you can be true
And not be burdened by what's vile.

My sweet child, do your chores
So when you're old, you will be sure
That you can be well to do your daily hire.

My sweet child, learn the gift of no
So you can be joyful in rain or snow
And not live life burdened by desire.

My sweet child, eat your peas
And carrots, sprouts and vegies please,
So you can grow to have great strength and mind.

My sweet child, eat a little sweet
So you can live so happily,
And be blessed even in life's sour brine.

My sweet child, do these things
And you will live to see the spring
Of winters many and good times.