So Many Children
I heard the old women who lived in the shoe
Bewailing the fact she knew not what to do
With so many children. "Oh hear and oh dear.
I've too many children to nourish and rear!
There's too many tooth aches and noses to blow
And squabbles to settle and patches to sew
And bonnets to tie on and bruises to salve,
No woman should have all the children I have?"
I asked the poor woman so worried and worn,
:Then which of your brood do you wish were unborn?"
She looked at her moppets; the elfin, the grave,
The dimpled, the rosy, the shy and the brave.
She robed them with love and she crowned them with pride.
"There isn't a one I could spare!" she replied.
By George Starbuck Galbraith
I heard the old women who lived in the shoe
Bewailing the fact she knew not what to do
With so many children. "Oh hear and oh dear.
I've too many children to nourish and rear!
There's too many tooth aches and noses to blow
And squabbles to settle and patches to sew
And bonnets to tie on and bruises to salve,
No woman should have all the children I have?"
I asked the poor woman so worried and worn,
:Then which of your brood do you wish were unborn?"
She looked at her moppets; the elfin, the grave,
The dimpled, the rosy, the shy and the brave.
She robed them with love and she crowned them with pride.
"There isn't a one I could spare!" she replied.
By George Starbuck Galbraith
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