Deze heeft mijn moeder me net gestuurd, wil hem graag met jullie delen: 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? Shes up in the nursery, blissfully rocking. Oh, Ive grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue, Lullaby, rockabye, lullaby loo. Dishes are waiting and bills are past due Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peek-a-boo The shoppings not done and theres nothing for stew And out in the yard theres a hullabaloo But Im playing Kanga and this is my Roo Look! Arent his eyes the most wonderful hue? Lullaby, rockaby lullaby loo. The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow But children grow up as Ive learned to my sorrow. So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep! Im rocking my baby and babies dont keep. - Ruth Hulbert Hamilton