One of my very favorite baby rhymes.
Babies Don’t Keep
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 the bed.
Where is the mother who’s house
is so shocking?
She’s up in the nursery
Oh I’v grown shiftless as little
Boy Blue (lullaby, rockabye, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(pat-a-cake darling and peek-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, rockabye, 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…
*Read to me by my Grandma*