Mothers song

Cooking and cleaning can wait till tomorrow,
Babies cannot as I've learned to my sorrow
so settle down cobwebs and dust go to sleep
I'm nursing my baby and babies don't keep!

The Baby's Song T.Gunn

From the private ease of mother's womb

I fall into a lighted room

Why don't you simply put me back

Where it is warm and wet and black

Padded and jolly I would ride

The perfect comfort of her inside

They tuck me in a rustling bed

I lie there,, raging, small and red.