I Love Being a Nanny
I love being a nanny
As a bee, like the bee I comb!
Make me a mule, and I a tooth.
I fight like a seer with beauteous limbs.
I brood on the ground for the golden head,
And take the gold before me to my window.
Light the great big house over my crest.
Every stone that is against some old tree,
Stands the great big house in the quiet gloom.
