"Rock-a-bye Baby"

Cleaning and scrubbing
can wait until tomorrow
For babies grow up,
we've learned to our sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs,
Dust go to sleep,
I'm rocking my baby
and babies don't keep.

Author: by Ruth Hulbert Hamilton adapted by Wendy Lyn
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