Washing Day

While mother is tending baby,
We'll help her all we can,
For I'm her little toddlekins,
And you're her little man.
And Nell will bring the basket,
For she's the biggest daughter,
And I'll keep rubbing, rubbing,
And you'll pour in the water--

And now we'll have to hurry
Because it's getting late--
Poor dolly isn't dressed yet,
But dolly'll have to wait.
I'll pour, and you can rub 'em,
Whichever you had rather--
But seems to me, if I keep on,
We'll get a quicker lather.
Maybe, when mother sees us
Takin' so much troubles,
She'll let us put our pipes in
And blow it full of bubbles:
But now we'll have to hurry,
Because it's getting late--
And dolly isn't dressed yet,
But dolly'll have to wait.