Blue Jeans Girl: Kids were here

Monday, July 14, 2014

Kids were here

(as no door has to suffer of mosquito bites anymore)

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buni Mariuta said...: ioi.....ce sa mai comentez ? Mai am curaj ???? ;-)...:-).....; July 14, 2014 at 6:08 PM
Anonymous said...: La ultima poza chiar m-a izbucnit rasul!!!! :) rozy; July 18, 2014 at 12:49 AM

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SONG FOR A FIFTH CHILD
by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton, 1958

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?

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.

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Monday, July 14, 2014

Kids were here

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