Babies Don't Keep
Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth;
Hang out the wash 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 lazy as Little Boy Blue,
Lullaby, rock-a-bye, lullaby too.
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?
The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow,
For children grow up, as I’ve learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs, and dust, go to sleep.
I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep!