Mr. Little Coffin

We have a visitor, Mr. Little Coffin is his name

My mother gave him a Chamomile tea, what will he claim?

My mother gave a lovely smile, she only does that on this month

I will smile to Mr. Little Coffin too, if that what she wants

Mr. Little Coffin is stubborn, he’s like that since he’s born

As mad as a hornet, like he can make me torn

My mother’s temper is like his, found it lately

I wonder what’s wrong, maybe she’s just unhappy

 

My mother gave a tour to slouchy Mr. Little Coffin dee

I gave a giggle, I’m lucky he didn’t hear me

Mother showed her our wide family tree

I’m not there, maybe mother will do it when she’s free

 

Mr. Little Coffin asked if mother is good

I want to answer that for she always gives me food

Mother slowly caresses me, showing her love to me

Mr. Little Coffin stared at me, maybe he begs to disagree

 

My mother starts to cry, I don’t want it she sighs

Mr. Little Coffin get readied, for there are no more lies

Mr. Little Coffin visited us, so he could fetch me

Because that’s the truth, mother never wanted me.