Sweet snuggles

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1. I think we all know and love the last verse, but have you read the whole poem?
   I especially love the Kanga and Roo part in relation to your new baby carrier 🙂
   Song For a Fith Child, by Ruth Hamilton. 1958
   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, 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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