Song for a Fifth Child

Matthias isn’t my fifth child, but this poem / song is really what we are trying to do.  We are really trying to focus on the kids right now.  Babies don’t keep so we are lovin’ on them all.  Soon we will be back into a normal routine with school and chores and such things.  For now, we are playing and just keeping up with the basics.  The rest will be there later.

Song for a Fifth Child

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.

by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

Let's give some extra love today because tomorrow they will be gone!

Striving to learn and live God's purposes,