Downtown With Momma

Going downtown with Mamma Was, oh, such a delight. We lived in a rural area, And rarely saw the light. But betimes she’d gather all And carry us along, Like the mother hen she was— Catering to her young. The buildings were incredible So huge and so tall, Compared to us kids— Little and so small. Folks caught up in the rush Of the daily grind. Made a decent parking space Very hard to find. Mom would buy delicious treats: Caramel and corn candy, Which made our little outing That much more the dandy. And we did our very best To not drive her insane, So she wouldn’t think twice About bringing us again.