Sunday, September 5, 2010

Babies don't keep

mother, oh 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 who's house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue
Lullaby, rockabye, 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 his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockabye, lullaby loo

The cleaning and scrubbing 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.


Stacie, A Firefighter's Wife said...

I scrapbooked that poem in my now almost 10 year old's album. You are right, babies do not keep. My oldest is turning 12 on Friday. Time flies when you are having fun.

CindyC said...

I love that song.
That's why I don't put away my laundry.