Thursday, March 5, 2009

Lullabye, Rockaby Lullabye Loo

I came across this poem earlier in the week. I thought it was wonderful... Hope you enjoy!

Song for a Fifth Child

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.


Ruth Hulburt Hamilton; 1958








3 comments:

Daniel and Kimberly Jordan said...

what a great reminder...and such sweet pictures!

Herb of Grace said...

Oo, I love that poem. Mom had it framed in the room of whoever was the current baby...

Matt Beardsley said...

Hey, that'd make a sweet song. Has anyone heard it set to music?

b.t.w.~ daddy's coming home tonight! yay!