Did you hear what they say ?
Just before they went away
Mothers day is in May
But tomorrow it’s lady’s day
O yes the eight of March
When gentleman comes to arch
After having a march
To kiss our lady by that larch
Then we gives flowers
Big, small, all kind of colours
Reaps the fruits of bowers
For our girls in those sweetly hours
But one should better know
even by rain as by snow
That girls are not a toy
And live is more than a big show