Mumma's Day

Version A

To the one; you begun my hymn,
Random like a ballpoint pin.
Uttering words; the words that heard,
Everlasting, begat our herd.


Lin’s, the name which makes such DIN,
Other know not such win.
Very lucky we all are,
Eternally open; are we all your star!


Version B

To the one; you begun my hymn,
Random like a ballpoint pin.
Uttering words; the words that heard,
Everlasting, begat our herd.


Lin’s, the name which makes such DIN,
Other know not such win.
Very lucky are we all,
Eternally open; all we are is your star!