Cooking and cleaning can wait till tomorrow, For babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow. So settle down cobwebs, dust go to sleep, I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
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Happy New Year, Poppy! :)
ReplyDeleteI love that poem--here is the whole thing if you want it:) I've never heard it with "nursing" before--but that will be me soon enough.
ReplyDeleteBABIES DON'T KEEP
Mother, oh Mother,
come shake out your cloth,
empty the dustpan,
poison the moth,
hang out the washing
and butter the bread,
sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house
is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery,
blissfully rocking.
Oh, I've grown shiftless as Little
Boy 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.
Look! Aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
The cleaning and scrubbing
will wait till tomorrow,
for 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......
~Author Unknown ~
I agree!
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ReplyDeleteI think I am going to print that up and hang it where I (and my husband) can see it everyday :). Thanks for the reminder.
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