The Nursery
The babies are crying all day and all night;
Their faces are reddened and fists are held tight;
Legs flying fitfully going to and fro;
And the reason, none of them can really know.
We pick them up, hold them, and rock away their tears;
But does it all help in their future years?
Some keep on crying and some will calm down.
They are testing our wits to see who will frown.
Sometimes they are thirsty and just need a drink;
Many just need cuddling more than we think.
So cuddle and love them and someday they will be,
Adults who are caring for you and for me.
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