No Babysiters Poem

Greet the kids at seven-ten,
Give them breakfast, settle in
Andrew's learning ABC's
(Ryan, don't eat crayons, please)
Someone's knocking at the door,
(We mustn't finger paint the floor)
Let's have lunch and then clean up
(Ashley, please don't tip your cup)
Baby Hunter's on my lap,
Story time and then a nap.
Have our snack, then go outside,
(The doggie can't give horsey-rides)
Six-'clock - the moms are here,
Collect the coats, paper and gear.
Want to see me throw a fit?
Tell me I just "babysit"
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