Norman! Norman! Where have you been?
Are messing around with that tramp again?
Come back to Mother where you belong,
This motels not going to run on its own!
Mother, Mother, What is it now
I need to fetch our guest a towel
I‘ll be right back as soon as I’m done
Mother and Norman now become one
Curtain drawn back, but its not for a play,
Marion’s about to have a bad day
Last thing she saw, much to her dismay
Is a man in a dress and wig of gray
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem