If you lose your way as an infant from under your motherś wing
Wandering far from your parents
Itś best you shout and scream and kick up a fuss as if you are selling something
If your brother complains bitterly of the heat first
Then your father complains of the quality
You can always count on your mother to open her purse
If the market closes early as clock hands wheel
Or the weather makes it inconvenient
Convince the shopkeepers to give you shelter and a meal
A family can be costly it certainly has itś expences
But you can often find a bargain
If you love them as much as you do common sense
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