Song for a Fifth Child

Love this poem -- it sums up so well my feelings..and explains why my house is always a mess. Though some of that "clutter" is intentional and is very much a part of my daughter's learning. We almost always have some creation out on the floor -- a Lincoln Log zoo or a block village or a magnetic tile Chocolate Island.
Because if I worked hard on something, I wouldn't want someone to come by and just clean it up:)


Song for a Fifth Child
 by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton
 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.