ODE TO CHILD
CARE
Little
children come to me for hugs and books and
such
I care for
all their simple needs and I also fix them
lunch
I pick up
toys, I mop their spills and often dry their
tears
I change
their nappies, settle fights, and kiss away
their tears
I tie their
shoes, I button coats and push them on the
swing
I really love
these children you see but there is just one
more thing
Call me Mum,
or Aunt or Florence, and those names just
might fit But please don’t call me SITTER
because I never get to SIT
~ author
unknown
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