Don't Call Me The Babysitter

Little children come to me
for hugs and books and such.
I care for all their special needs
and also fix them lunch.

I pick up toys, mop up spills,
and often dry their tears.
I change their diapers, settle fights
and kiss away thier fears.

I tie their shoes, button coats
and push them on the swing.
I really love these kids,you see,
but there is just one thing.

Call me Mom or Aunt or Teacher
or other names that fit,
But please don't call me the "sitter",
because I never get to sit!



Submitted by Patrisha

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