Babies don't keep

These are Coopers big boy feet, a sign that the is in fact growing up, or as the poem says "babies don't keep".
Hello everyone! We have been very busy trying to sell our house all on our own. I would say we are doing a good job and with the market the way it is, we have had a lot of interest. But, sigh, no offers yet. There are a few that are acting very interested so please send us your good positive thoughts! I found this poem on another blog and wanted to share it because I think it is so sweet and so true!
Happy Sunday!

Song for a Fifth Child.

Mother, O Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.

Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,
Lullabye, rockabye, lullabye 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 his eyes the most wonderful hue?
Lullabye, rockaby lullabye loo.

The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow
But 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.