Arms akimbo, legs astride
Standing there, to her
pride
You cannot move me
Here I bide...
I stand up for all who
suffered
All who cried
No more suffering...
No more lies...
No more pussy footing
around
In fluffy socks...
Let's be honest...
Let's break the locks...
Tell it like it is...
Stand up for all that's
good
The little mother stands
guard
Before her brood
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