My mother her face with rouge
And apple cheeks bloomed
And a fragrance so divine
Always holding me on esteem high
With her effable sense of fashion
And made of infinite love and passion
And lovely compassion and benediction
And sweet prayerful realisations
Always speaking the Truth
With kindness fortitude
Most Moneyed most beautiful
Most divinely dutiful
Always right never wrong
Mom where is Mr Wong?
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