Comes in flying from the street;
"Where's Momma?"
Friend or stranger thus he'll greet:
"Where's Momma?"
Doesn't want to say hello,
home from school or play he'll go
straight to what he wants to know:
"Where's Momma?"
Many times a day he'll shout,
"Where's Momma?"
Seems afraid that she's gone out;
"Where's Momma?"
Is his first thought at the door--
She's the one he's looking for,
and he questions o'er and o'er,
"Where's Momma?"
Can't be happy till he knows;
"Where's Momma?"
So, he begs us to disclose
"Where's Momma?"
and it often seems to me
as I hear his anxious plea,
That no sweeter phrase can be:
"Where's Momma?"
Like to hear it day by day;
"Where's Momma?"
Loveliest phrase that lips can say:
"Where's Momma?"
and I pray as time shall flow,
and the long years come and go,
that he'll always want to know
"Where's Momma?"
Written by Edgar A. Guest
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