Friday, August 27, 2010

Mother, oh Mother.

Mother, oh Mother,
come shake out your cloth,
empty the dustpan,
poison the moth,
hang out the washingand
butter the bread,
sew on a button
and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose houseis so shocking?
She's up in the nursery,blissfully rocking.
Oh, I've grown shiftless as LittleBoy Blue (lullaby, rockaby, lullaby 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.
Aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue?(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
The cleaning and scrubbingwill wait till tomorrow,
for Children grow up,
I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs.
Dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep......

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