He was like a lapdog, Bestowed with all the vogue.
Many times together we played, “Momma heads down else you’ll be slayed” He exclaimed.
He grew up, busy with peers And we the parents almost in tears.
Bewitched by a job he set off to east, Could’ve met the ailing mother at least.
She died and I was all alone, Sobbing and sobbing lookin’ at the phone.
You made a great fame and money, But will you ever return back sonny????