One thing that comes with children is lots and lots of dirt.
It's hiding under fingernails or underneath a skirt.
It's piled high against the sky in all your rugby clothes.
It's all along your shins my dear and inside your earlobes.
There's mounds and mounds and mounds and mounds in your new t-shirt.
And I can't find the broom because... it's buried in the dirt.
And what to do (I wish I knew) but when I do the math
It seems to me (unhappily) that our whole house needs a bath!
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