Papa, He loves Mama

Papa, he loves Mama (by Joan Regan)

Listen well while I tell you a story,

Of a boy and a girl in the spring,

As the first flower burst into glory,

And I heard, every bird start to sing.

Papa, He loves Mama,

Mama, she loves Papa, (My poppet..)

Papa, He loves Mama,

Mama, she loves Papa.

In a church, far away from the city,

On a morning in May, they were wed

And the bride's starry eyes looked so pretty,

That the world looking on smiled and said

Papa, He loves Mama,

Mama, she loves Papa,

Papa, He Loves Mama

Mama, she loves Papa.

Just a year from the day they were married,

Came a gift from girl to the boy,

Looking proud as a queen as she carried,

Such a wonderful bundle of joy.

Papa, He loves Mama,

Mama, she loves Papa,

Papa, He loves Mama,

Mama, she loves Papa.

(giggles and laughs while singing this verse)

Papa, He loves Mama,

Mama, she loves Papa,

Papa, He loves Mama,

Mama, she loves Papa.