Friday, May 30, 2008



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 as shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo)
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek a boo)
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)

Oh, cleaning and scrubbing will 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.

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