Chuck! Chuck! Chuck! Chuck!
Like a mother hen she rattles on
Never exhausted, never weary,
Mother hen, are you never tired?
Struggle for hour children, struggle for self.
Life is full of surprises.
Cloacked with a peaceful exterior,
She dies to explode like a volcano.
Mother wears the garb of angels.
But we know she is humane.
In her approach of the lay sisters,
Her prayer is said with relish.
Mother superior is human after all.
Chuck! Chuck! Chuck!
Like a mother hen she rattles on.
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