When Mother drops things on the floor,
My father asks me: "Who
Should always pick them up for her?"
And so I always do.
He says I haven't far to reach
And that a gentleman
Must do things for his Mother
And be helpful as he can.
But Mother bends down just the same,--
She has to, don't you see?
For after she's said "Thank you, dear,"
She stoops and kisses me.