Author Unknown

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 shiftless as Little Boy Blue.
(Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo)
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due.
(Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo)
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew,
But I'm playing "Kanga" and this is my "Roo."
(Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye loo)
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait til tomorrow
But children grow up as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs, Dust, go to sleep!
I'm nursing my baby and babies don't keep.


Sorry for the extended "pause" in the posts -- we took a wonderful, much needed, vacation to see family and are taking our sweet time getting back into the groove of things.