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September 29th, 2006, 10:09 PM
jmlevine's Avatar Member
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Hi Everyone!

I am looking for a specfic poem that is for mothers with little ones. It mentions something about cobwebs and letting the house be as it may...enjoy the children now as they are young, for one day this moment will not be here and you can do all the chores then. It doesn't go like that exactly, but pretty much is saying such. Does anyone know this poem??? If so, could you share it with me. It is not a long poem, rather short, but it is troubling me that I can not remember it. I wanted to make it out onto a board at home so that I am reminded daily how important this time is with my children now.

Thanks for any help you may have!!

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October 24th, 2006, 10:01 PM
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Is this it?

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 as 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).
Oh, cleaning and scrubbing will 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.
Babies don't keep.
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