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Every Thursday Morning by Belinda van Rensburg Every Thursday morning Little Bobby's sad; He has to leave his mommy To spend some time with Dad. Though he is still very young It's been this way for years; Each week his life becomes undone And he bursts into tears. He loves both Mom and Daddy More than words can say, But the parents of this laddy Have each gone their own way. Sunday all through Wednesday It is Mommy's turn; Thursday until Saturday For her his heart will yearn. Dad is fun and loves him so Mom is warm and caring; Both on him their love bestow And there is no comparing. But still, each Thursday morning When Mom drops him at school, Little Bobby's mourning And thinks his life so cruel. God wants Mums and Daddies To raise their kids in pairs So that the lads and lassies Might have twice the love and care. |
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