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T was good to be alive on mother's Birthday,

It was good to shake off sleepiness and rise,

It was good to throw the legs across my pony

And to drink the morning sunlight with the eyes.

It was good to take the road on mother's Birthday

As old "Bob" kicked up his heels and ran away,

It was good to trot him back into his stable

And to play with "Ginger" till he got his hay.

It was good to have my bath on mother's Birthday

And to swill the water cold all down the back,

It was good to shave and wash and put on khaki

And kneel and ask that mother has no lack.

It was good to up and out on mother's Birthday,

And to join the merry fellows in the mess.

It was good to toast the bread for early breakfast

And enjoy myself a little none the less!

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