No matter what those secrets kept to keep.
Somehow they they won't escape the sniffing nose...
Of your mama.
Mama knows.
With her nose to sniff.
Yes.
Mama knows with her nose to sniff.
No matter what it is to be a lie.
Told too convincingly,
But can not go disguised...
From your mama.
Mama knows.
With her nose to sniff.
Yes mama knows.
With the proof produced as evidence.
Like a blood hound mama knows what's all around.
To know the difference of one scent,
From another.
A hunter she is knowing what she seeks.
And odors out of order,
Will cause mama to roar...
"What you say?
Don't lie to me that way."
I am your mama.
Mama knows
With her nose to sniff.
Yes mama knows.
Every secret kept to not admit.
Mama knows!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem