My sweet mother

My sweet mother,

she is not like other.

                   Her wings are colourful,

                   she is beautiful.

She cooks nice,

her rice.

                    She is peaceful,

                    she is faithful.

Her pretty perfume,

she is every day assumed.

                     Her voice is like Nightingale,

                     she is like an angel.

She loves me,

ooh! My sweet girl, she calls me.