Cleaning and cooking can wait 'till tomorrow
For babies grow up, as we've learned to our sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs, dust go to sleep,
I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep.
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And when Daddy's on duty
And minding our cuties
Then I'll ride my bike,
Or swim, run or hike,
So their Mom will have health
At my age that's wealth.
1 comment:
Nice, very nice. Save that one for your girls when they grow up.
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