and we decided to sit inside
but when we huddled in
was when mama cried
she opened up and rained
and let her feelings out
she watered every flower
and quenched the jumping trout
the dirt, now mud,
up on the earthy table
grew a healthy cud
to fill the farmer's stable
the best tea ever made
comes from leaves and rot
I would rather mama cry
than fear that she will not
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