On Labor Day
On Labor Day we celebrate
The workers of the world,
Quite often with a big parade
Where banners are unfurled.
But there’s another Labor Day
Which every mother’s sworn
Is more important; it’s the day
On which a baby’s born.
For labor’s a generic term
Although, for what it’s worth,
The toughest labor I have known
Is that of giving birth.
So happy Labor Day to all
No matter what your work,
Whether brand-new wailing baby
Or parade’s your well-earned perk.
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