Watching eye lashes grow

There's nothing more fun than staring at your baby all day, just watching their eye lashes grow. 

     

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 his 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......

Tomorrow after work I'm watching the hair on his head. It should be a great day.