I want to tell a sweet story
That will surely make you give glory
It's about my mother
Who is worth more than a million dollars.
She has that ideal look
Like that described in the holy book.
A woman so perfect
Well starved of defects.
She raised me from birth
While I was small and fragile
Her back was a wonderful bed
And with her milk she made me fed.
Her lamp burns late into the night
Yet, always the first to see the day's light.
She has passed through a lot
So that a could be her salt.
Join me praise a mother,
Who is more than a trillion dollars.
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