“One step at a time”
Those slippery words slush in my mind
“Be there on the dime”
As I remember, it was Mother who said that
Whose mother, you say? Mine
“I’ll meet you another day” shines
Madame Present of The New York Times
“I see that you get paid, if you say” says Mr. McNine
I just remember hearing the pitter patter
Of my cat who was getting fatter
And the squishy squeaks of the mice in our walls
For I had nightmares that they’d eat my dolls
And my mother told me
Not to be afraid
Oh yes, she told me all right
I never once mentioned after that how mice were little renegades