Tim took these 2 pictures back to back one night after a weekend party, I cooked too much, & no paper plates.
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'
3 comments:
If the success of the party is guaged by the mess afterwards, then yours was a hit! I just love that little boy you're holding!! I've always admired you for having the right priorities.
You always did throw a GREAT party!!! Re-read EVERY line of you poem ... it is so true! I have tons of time to clean the house now -- wish I was still rockin' babies!!!
adorable. i agree, dishes can wait. boys grow up way too fast.
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