Cobwebs in the corner, Dust on the surface tops, A little baby gurgling, And a frantic mother worrying How to erase the cobwebs, And clear the dust away While baby wants to play, And mother's busy hands Can't balance the juggling demands? Cobwebs will always be in corners, And dust is an unwanted guest forever, But baby's sweet smiles, As he travels tender happy miles, Will one day take him beyond A mother's devoted, loving arms;
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