Listen to the Rumble

Listen to the rumble,
listen to the roar.
It's not a new sound,
not new anymore.

The steady beat of a drum,
the snare's rat a tat, tat,
is playing a dirge,
You must understand that.

It's time for sadness,
but also, for joy,
for that little kid,
is now a grown boy.

To humor his parent,
no matter what may,
on this occasion,
celebrating Mother's Day.