Excuse This House:

Some houses try to hide the fact
That childen shelter there,
Ours boasts of it quite openly,
The signs are every where!

For smears are on the windows,
Little smudges on the doors.
I should appologize I guess
For toys strewn on the floor.

But I sat down with the children
And we played and laughed and read,
And if the door bell doesn't shine
Their eyes will shine instead!

And when at times I'm freed to choose
The one job or the other,
I want to be a home maker
But first I'll be a mother.