WHISTLER'S MOTHER

Hush, listen to our Mother Earth
And hear her mournful cries.
Know that the snow upon our face
Comes from our Mother's eyes.
She gave us life and cared for us
But when life we could choose,
We took a path away from her
And so her gift we lose.
We visit her in homes like this.
She sits in her Armchair.
We whistle pika's tune for her
And hope it shows we care.
She smiles but in her heart she knows
How insincere we are.
The twinkle in her eyes we see
Is from a lonely star.
Then as we leave she whispers so
It's hard for us to hear,
Be careful, in the path you choose
There may not be next year.