Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth
Empty the dustpan-posion the moth
Hang out the washing-make up the bed
Sew on a button and butter the bread
Where is mother, whose house is 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
Lullabye, rochabye, lullabye loo
The shopping's not done, there's nothing for stew
And out in the yard there's a hullaba-loo
But I'm playing "kanga and this is my roo"
Lullabye, rockabye, 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 nursing my baby and babies don't keep!
-Author Unknown
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