I am not a mama bear, I don’t care.
I don’t think children walk on air.
Instead they dare, their tempers flare,
They run amok and pull hair.
I am not a mama bear, I can’t be.
Kids are kids, you see.
They claw and they flee,
This is how they will be.
I am not a mama bear, don’t tell me I must.
For your child is as naughty as mine, I saw him acting thus.
He schemed and he tricked, yet you raised a fuss,
But for me and mine, I simply say shush.
I am not a mama bear, I will not fight.
Kids they poke and they bite.
So come not to me in anger and in spite,
Instead, take flight. I will be bright.
I am not a mama bear, OK?
Kids they prod and they play.
Maybe you fear the fray,
But for me, I say let them be kids today.