Poem. For children grow up when we`re not looking??

[darcydark]

Would anyone know of a poem that had these lines in it.
There will be lenty of time for cooking and cleaning for children grow up when we`re not lookin.
I knew it as a child and would love to have the words again.

[*Princess*]

If it's the one I'm thinking of, it's called 'Song for a Fifth Child' by Ruth Hulburt Hamilton

Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth,
Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
Sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She�s up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I�ve grown 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 her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).

The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
For 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.

[darcydark]

Not the one I am looking, but a good one all the same. Thanks anyway.

[judypark]

Well, I don't know if that's answered the original query, but what a lovely poem and thankyou for taking the time to reply.

[crisgal]

I hope my children will look back on today
And see a mother who had time to play.
There will be years for cleaning and cooking
But children grow up while we're not looking.
Dusting and scrubbing can wait 'till tomorrow
For babies grow fast we learn to our sorrow.
So quiet down cobwebs and dust go to sleep
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep

[darcydark]

Crisgal,
Thank You so much. That is exactly the poem I was looking for.
Much appreciated.

[mrs.chappie]

Hey, how lovely those poems are.