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Just like Mae
I know a gal, her name is Mae
Mae was born sometime in May
What time of month, she's not sure of
That time of month, Mae doesn't love
On those few days, Mae feels real lousy
To feel better, she'll clean the house, see
It always makes Mae feel less bad
To live in a sanitary pad
Mae feels weak, she has no power
Since April didn't take a shower
But as the days in May get longer
By the hour, she'll grow stronger
Mae's one of the lucky ones
Has two very loving sons
Who'll help Mae in any way
They celebrate her on a day
That her second son may say
Is on the second Sunday in May
They may go out, go see a play
A musical Mae likes, ok
Her first son doesn't go outside
Mae hopes he'll come out real soon
Maybe by the first of June
That's the month to show his pride
It's not pleasant to think this way
But one day Mae will pass away
To remember her in a special way
Mae's fourth son, a son named Jay
Wait a minute, four sons, has Mae?
Yes, you know what people say
When Mae was young, an easy lay
Hey, I didn't say it, they did, ok
Anyway, as I was about to say
Mae's fourth son whose name is Jay
Made sure she'll be remembered, hey
In a dignified, respectful way
Online you'll find a tutorial
That explains Jay's plans for a memorial
To those who sacrificed their life
Could be a mother and a wife
On the fourth Monday in May
We honor all of them that day
Should honor them every day
Men and women just like Mae
