Get up before the crack o' dawn,
And by 7 o'clock have breakfast on.
Get everyone off to work and school;
You've got all day, so play it cool.
Do the wash, hang it out on the line,
Check the clock, already it's nine!
No time to waste, go make the beds,
And iron the clothes 'til your face is red.
Sweep the floors, dust the stands,
Scrub the dishes and get 'pruney' hands.
'Tis half past noon, so much to be done,
Oh how nice it would be to take a ride in the sun.
The children'll be home 'fore long, I guess.
Bake some cookies, oh my what a mess.
The cows need watrin'. Time goes so fast.
Do I still have time to mow the grass?
Stoke up the furnace so the house don't get cold.
My goodness, today I'm feeling so old.
The telephone rings, just another sweet voice,
"We're having a sale on magazines. What's your choice?"
Can't watch the soap operas. No time to spare.
No chance to primp or do my hair.
When hubby returns from a hard day at work,
I look like a frump and feel like a jerk.
As day wears on and night draws nigh,
I relax in my chair and let out a sigh.
Now don't get me wrong--I'll never complain,
And I'll get up in the morning and start all over again.
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