"Cleaning and scrubbing can wait 'til tomorrow
For babies grow up, we've learned to our sorrow
So quiet down cobwebs and dust go to sleep
I'm rocking my baby, and babies don't keep."
Author: Unknown
This is an old poem that has been going around for years. My mom had a plaque with this printed on it when I was a kid and I put music to it at a young age... now I've recorded myself singing it but it won't upload. Must try something else.
This is an old poem that has been going around for years. My mom had a plaque with this printed on it when I was a kid and I put music to it at a young age... now I've recorded myself singing it but it won't upload. Must try something else.
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