I made my Mom a present
Out of thunder gum.

It took a lot of chewing
And now I'm finally done.

It's gooey and it's sticky
And it's yucky and it's icky

And it smells just like razzberry,
And it's bright and red and merry,

Oh, I'm sure she'll be quite proud of me,
When she gets her chance to see

A gift that no one else around,
Has ever thought of, bought, or found.
And yet I have it safe and sound!

I made my Mom a present
Out of bubble gum.

It tasted just like cinnamon
And cherry plum.

With half a twine of jumping rope,
And just as much dish-washing soap,

A little bit of cookie dough,
And a nip or two of tabasco.

I twisted it and noodled it
Into a Vase,

Until it started acting like
It owned the place.

I rounded it into a ring,
But it was such an ugly thing

I stepped on it 'til it was flat
And all I heard was pop and splat,

And my thinking thoughts went blank and all,
So I rolled it back into a ball.

I was utterly without a clue,
Uncertain as to what to do...

I made my Mom a present
Out of thunder gum.

I twisted it and played the thing
Just like a drum.

I made it round and fat and wide
As though a stone were deep inside,

And then I tweaked it just a bit,
And glazed it over with some spit...

I worked in a hanger from a thing
Broken up and wrapped in string.

And let it dry under the sun,
Proud that my work was finally done.

Oh, how elegant she'll feel,
Regal, royal, and genteel.

As it hangs about right up to there,
To dangle softly from her ear.

And I'm very sure my Mom will be
So very, very proud of me.

When she sees this wild work of art
I gently crafted from the heart.