I had myself a thought today,
That my mother,
In her own sweet way,
Could set our world aright,
Save the grace from which we fall,
The internet, comment sections,
Politicians, nasty elections,
Each likewise blight,
Could heed her siren call,
No drama, fight, or fuss,
Just what she hammered home with us,
If you’ve naught nice to say,
Then say nothing at all.