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: Song for a Fifth Child :   : : Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth : empty the dustpan, poison the moth, : hang out the washing and er the bread, : sew on a on 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. : by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

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