I love this poem!!
Song for a Fifth Child.
Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
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 as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye 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, rockaby lullabye 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.
3 comments:
bloop bloop! what a sweet poem! i too love it :) thanks for sharing! miss you sweet Stacy!
My great grandmother had this poem (as well as many others) memorized. She recited it to us often over the years. What a wonderful memory you brought back for me. :0) Babies do not keep, so that mess can wait! Love on your sweet princess!
Awwwwwwww!!!! :)
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