
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.
O how i love this little dance. Sure makes me miss you guys and your crazy Regina Spector dancin'.
xo
Publicado por: meg | 25/03/11 en 7:53
Love the poem, it's oh so true. Good job rocking, too. Love from NH, L and B
Publicado por: Lynn and Bobby | 25/03/11 en 13:02
Keep on a-rockin' me baby! I miss the Happy Family. That's a Chinese restaurant that got shut down last month. I miss you guys too!
...that's a junior men's clothing store at a mall in Indiana. The spin-off of You Guys.
Publicado por: Abbi Crutchfield | 15/06/11 en 16:38
"BABIES DO KEEP!" by DICK CHENEY @ HALLIBURTON
Publicado por: Tom Jones (The Ghost) | 20/09/11 en 23:30