Mom, Mom

My observance of a young boy and his mother one sunny day at a lake.

mom, mom
look at the ducks
look at those birdies
all lined up on that wood
is it made of wood, mom?

they look like soldiers, mom!
but why aren't you looking?
mom, mom
they're looking for fish
maybe... right, mom?

they're part of a big army
and that bird in the front right there
with the big head
he's probably the leader
but why, mom?

There's the car, mom
and my car seat
but I don't wanna go home
at home is always nap time
and I'm too happy to sleep, mom

what if those birds fly away, mom?
they are having fun in that line
but why won't they look at
each other, mom?