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,
I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs.
Dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep......
Re: Very cute poem and babies and motherhood.
I've heard this part of the poem before and love it!
I had never heard the rest of it before.
Logan David 03.27.08
Jacob Riley 05.18.09
{Member since 2007}
that just actually made me cry
eta: what is the name of it?
It made me cry too.
And I have no clue what the name of it is.
Ditto, my Aunt cross-stitched it when my little sister was born and it always hung in her room. My mom gave it to me when my lo was born.
Aw, that's so sweet.