Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,Sew on a button and butter the bread.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo.
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo
Look! Aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.
The cleaning and BLOGGING can wait till tomorrow
But children grow up as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
- Ruth Hulbert Hamilton
3 comments:
She is so precious. Yet another successful Wehrmeister beautiful child. I wish I could meet her :(
Sweet post. Thanks for sharing the newest 'monster' with me this past weekend. Miss you already!
That was down right beautiful. You should be very proud of yourself for not giving up. How long before her due date did you have her? And I didn't even blink when you said you were taking her to an OT!~
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