Oh, Mother

Oh, Mother, Oh, Mother,
Come quickly and see,
The house and the farmyard
Have gone on a spree.

The pig’s in the pantry,
The chickens are out,
The parrot is perched
On the tea kettle spout.

And mercy, Oh, mercy,
Oh, what shall I do?
A rat has run off
With my very best shoe.

Leroy F. Jackson