“Where's Mamma?”

Comes in flying from the street;

“Where's Mamma?”

Friend or stranger thus he'll greet:

“Where's Mamma?”

Does n't want to say hello,

Home from school or play he'll go

Straight to what he wants to know:

“Where's Mamma?”

Many times a day he'll shout,

“Where's Mamma?”

Seems afraid that she's gone out;

“Where's Mamma?”

Is his first thought at the door —

She's the one he's looking for,

And he questions o'er and o'er,

“Where's Mamma?”

Ca n't be happy till he knows:

“Where's Mamma?”

So he begs us to disclose

“Where's Mamma?”

And it often seems to me,

As I hear his anxious plea,

That no sweeter phrase can be:

“Where's Mamma?”

Like to hear it day by day;

“Where's Mamma?”

Loveliest phrase that lips can say:

“Where's Mamma?”

And I pray as time shall flow,

And the long years come and go,

That he'll always want to know

“Where's Mamma?”