Susie

 My daughter Susie, aged two,
 Apes me in every way,
For as my household chores I do
 With brooms she loves to play.
A scrubbing brush to her is dear;
 Ah! Though my soul it vex,
My bunch of cuteness has, I fear,
 Kitchen complex.

My dream was that she might go far,
 And play or sing or dance;
Aye, even be a movie star
 Of glamour and romance.
But no more with such hope I think,
 For now her fondest wish is
To draw a chair up to the sink
 And wash the dishes.

Yet when you put it to a test
 In ups and downs of life,
A maiden's mission may be best
 To make a good house-wife;
To bake, to cook, to knit, to lave:
 And so I pray that Sue
Will keep a happy hearth and have
 A baby too.

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