Mamacita in the Morning

Mamacita in the morning
where are you rushing to,
scooting 'cross my terrace
and over the old stone wall?

Mamcita in the morning
slow down and say hello,
brush up against my kindness,
sit and purr with me awhile.

Mamacita, Mamacita in the morning,
where? In the canyon,
why? Is your lover there?
Or is it Old Raton?

Birds are in the Canyon too,
Mama, is your belly empty?
I have food for you,
there is no need to hunt the Canadita.

Wild Mamacita, the Canadita calls,
and you cannot ignore it's pull,
any more than I can follow
over the canyon wall.


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