Mrs. Donaldson
Lyrics by David Cameron Anderson, Davecamson Music ASCAP
Music by Steven Landau, Stevepno Music ASCAP

Mrs. Donaldson takes good care of her flowers
She plants them after fear of frost is past
She sows them as she's told to on the package
Each summer's show is better than the last
She pulls them up as temperatures grow colder
And piles them in a heap beyond the lawn
Though to her husbands eyes they've still their beauty
As far as she's concerned they're dead and gone

Mrs. Donaldson had seven lovely children
They each received a seventh of her love
As well behaved a brood as could be wished for
She won't be asked of which she's proudest of
She'd made it clear upon their graduation
Her job was done, they'd had their last free meal
Although her husband would have liked to have seen them
As far as she's concerned he knew the deal

Mrs. Donaldson's a storehouse of expressions
She adores the child not heard and seldom seen
She would warn if you get hurt then don't come running
Is most partial to - the newest broom sweeps clean
Mr. Donaldson no longer knows his address
or the names of all his children or his wife
From his window as the temperatures grow colder
He knows enough to worry for his life.