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| What Do Mothers Do All Day? |
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| Every minute, to and for, That's the way my hours go; Bring me this, and take me that, Feed the dog, take out the cat. Standing up, I eat my toast, Drink my coffee, thaw the roast; Empty the garbage, make the bed, Rush to chruch, then wash my head. Sweep the kitchen, wax the floor, Scrub the woodwork, clean the doors; Scour the bathtub, then myself, Vacuum carpets, straighten shelves. |
| Eat my sandwich on the run, Now my afternoon's begun; To the baseball game I go, When will there be time to sew? Meet the teacher, stop the fight, See the dentist, fly the kite; Help with hoomework, do the wash, Iron the clothes, put on the squash. |
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| Shop for groceries, cash a check, Fight the crowds, now I'm a wreck! Dinnertime it soon will be, "What's for dinner?" Wait and see. |
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| Dirty dishes crowd the sink, Next there's popcorn, then a drink; Will they never go to bed . . . Will I ever get ahead? "Bring me a water" "Get the light" Turn off the TV, lock the bike: "Where's my pillow?" "Hear my prayers," "Did you lock the doors downstairs?" At last in bed, my spouse and I, Too tired to move, too weak to cry; But as I doze, I hear him say, "What do mothers do all day?" |
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