Mother May

She prefers the peace of the patio

To the four walls closing in

The solitude of the country

To the city's noisy din

She's learned to fear the white coats

With diplomas on their walls

And the antiseptic smell

Of hospital corridor halls

To listen to her ramble on

Self-assured and quite composed

Causes one to wonder

Just what she really knows

She holds her court just like a king

Her Serbs attend her, sight unseen

There are many things of heaven and earth

Not known to mortal man

How quickly we point and ridicule

That which we don't understand