Somebody, somewhere, once sat down and thought, "Hmmm...what about 'Mother, give me my dinner, for I'm a very tired sinner'? No, that doesn't work. How about 'Oh, my mother, I am weary, let me lie down, won't you, dearie'? Not quite... Hey, I've got it! 'Mother, make my bed soon, for I'm weary with hunting and fain would lie doon.' Cool!"

Even the traddest song was made by a songwriter.

Aloha,
Mark