Dearest Mother

When I was just a small girl, we always enjoyed a game
Called “Dearest Mother, May I?” and this is how to play
First you say the words above and add on something strange
Then from there, you get more creative, ever-expanding your range

“Dearest mother, may I bake a money pie?”
“Dearest mother, may I sing until you cry?”
“Dearest mother, may I set the house on fire?”
“Dearest mother, may I walk on the high wire?”

It starts out quite innocent, but then it gets real serious
If you don’t watch out, you may end up simply delirious
Because you end up spouting off the most bizarre and wild things
And you never know, someone else might truly be listening

“Dearest mother, may I cook a great blue whale?”
“Dearest mother, may I burn the box of mail?”
“Dearest mother, may I turn my brother gay?
“Dearest mother, may I drum on the moon today?”

“Dearest mother, may I make popcorn with this here C-4?”
“Dearest mother, may I drink a gallon of straight chloroform?”
“Dearest mother, may I be blown to bits by you?”
“Dearest mother, may I eat you with a spoon?”

“Dearest mother, may I turn Medusa to cottage cheese?”
“Dearest mother, may I sell alcohol to teens?”
“Dearest mother, may I rip up my end of year exam?”
“Dearest mother, may I wholly pluck a lamb?”

“Dearest mother, may I throw Bro’s stuff out of the window?”
“Dearest mother, may I tape giraffes doing the limbo?”
“Dearest mother, may I name a star for Mickey Mouse?”
“Dearest mother, may I drop a piranha down your blouse?”