Where's Mamma
Comes in flying from the street;
“Where's Mamma?”
Friend or stranger thus he'll greet:
“Where's Mamma?”
Doesn't want to say hello,
Home from school or play he'll go
Straight to what he wants to know:
“Where's Mamma?”
Many times a day he'll shout,
“Where's Mamma?”
Seems afraid that she's gone out;
“Where's Mamma?”
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 Mamma?”
Can't be happy till he knows:
“Where's Mamma?”
So he begs us to disclose
“Where's Mamma?”
And it often seems to me,
As I hear his anxious plea,
That no sweeter phrase can be:
“Where's Mamma?”
Like to hear it day by day;
“Where's Mamma?”
Loveliest phrase that lips can say:
“Where's Mamma?”
And I pray as time shall flow,
And the long years come and go,
That he'll always want to know
“Where's Mamma?”