just everyday happenings from our sweet little life
Babies Don’t Keepby Ruth Hulburt HamiltonMother, 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 duePat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekabooThe shopping’s not done and there’s nothing for stew.And out in the yard there’s a hullabalooBut I’m playing Kanga and this is my RooLook! Aren’t his eyes the most wonderful hue?Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrowBut 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.--The last verses are my favorite! Grandma is right, rock your baby, hold your baby, the house will always be there to clean. Enjoy this sweet time and soak up every moment.
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