With open arms the mother beckons
To be held in her embrace
With a comforting smile and loving eyes
Your little heart a race
Timidly you take a step
Towards the arms of the maternal figure
And there you stay until the day
She swings at you with her stinger
With open arms the mother beckons
To be held in her embrace
With a comforting smile and loving eyes
Your little heart a race
Timidly you take a step
Towards the arms of the maternal figure
And there you stay until the day
She swings at you with her stinger