Where is Magpie?

My friend and colleague, Robin, informs me that my absence has been noted and people are missing me.

Rest assured I am missing 'sticking it to the man' just as much as you obviously enjoy reading my posts, however, I have 2 small children at home and they must be my priority. I'm sure you understand.

The pity of it is that they won't be little forever and I don't want to miss anything.

I leave you with this lovely poem until next time;

Babies Don't Keep

Mother, O' Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth.
Hang out the washing, make up the bed,
Sew on a button and butter the bread.

Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I've grown as 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 can wait till tomorrow,

But 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.~

..Ruth Hulbert Hamilton

Magpie  x