I remember my mother the day that we met
It is a day I shall never entirely forget
And I toy with the fancy that young as I am
I should know her again if we met in a tram

But mother is happy in turning a crank
That increases the balance at somebody's bank
I and feel satisfaction that mother is free
From the sinister task of attending to me

They have brightened our room that is spacious and cool
With diagrams used in the Idiot School
And books for the blind that will teach us to see
But mother is happy for mother is free

For mother is dancing up forty-eight floors
For love of the Leeds International Stores
And the flame of that faith might perhaps have grown cold
With the care of a baby seven weeks old

For mother is happy in greasing a wheel
For somebody else who is cornering steel
And though our one meeting was not very long
She took the occasion to sing me this song :

"Oh hush thee my baby, the time will soon come
When thy sleep will be broken with hooting and hum
There are candles want turning and turning all day
And knobs to be pressed in the usual way

Oh hush thee my baby take rest while I croon
For progress comes early and freedom too soon

By G. K. Chesterton