THe sons of MOAB misbehave,
They pout and make mad faces
But still they know deep down within
They are not separate races;
And with their inner ears, they hear
Their Mother's hypostasis.

It's Mom for me and Mom for you
And "Mother beatific"
For well we know, we will stay true
To her higher metaphysic!

Oh some there are who do not ken
THe light within our mess
Who cannot grok the Inner Truth
Hidden in our BS!
For none's as blind as will not see,
No sin needs more confessing
As not to see the truth within
The bawdiest B.S.ing!

It's Mom for me and Mom for you
And "Mother beatific"
For well we know, we will stay true
To her higher metaphysic!

And so to prove the rights of things
And Mom's light beatific
We only need to point at her
Remarkable statistic!
No thread in TIme has half the strength
Or half the loyal traces
And therefore, friends, a hearty toast
To Mother's hypostasis!

It's Mom for me and Mom for you
And "Mother beatific"
For well we know, we will stay true
To her higher metaphysic!