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To Bring Up A Child
It is three o'clock in the morning
she should be in bed
Everything is quiet again now
when the baby's fed
She's already changed the diaper
she can put him in his crib
Now where is that pacifier
He is such a lovely kid
(Hush he's sleeping)
So she stumbles back to her own bed
she just passes out
but her dreams are soon interupted
when she hears a shout
Now he mustn't wake the baby
It is only six o'clock
Hey Big Brother, let's go downstairs
you can play with all your blocks
while your mother rests
Though she wakes before the morning sun
(she gave it all)
And you know her work is never done
(she's standing tall)
She won't have it in any other way
(she feels alive)
It's the greatest offer ever made
To bring up a child
Suddenly she wakes from her slumber
by a mighty crash
It was only blocks that were falling
nothing had been smashed
But the baby, he is crying
so she goes to pick him up
When the boys have had their breakfast
she can take her coffee cup
and rest for a while
Though she wakes ...