Ten Little Feet

Ten little feet came in from play

And tracked the kitchen floor,

To the shelf where stands the cookie-jar

Then pattered out the door.

Ten little feet ran over the porch

And down across the lawn,

Ten little feet ran here and there

And on....and on....and on.

Ten little feet grow tired at night,

So I tuck them into bed,

and they lay all snug on the cool sheets

After their prayers are all said.

Oh I cook and dust and sweep and scrub

My work is never done!

But what would I do with my heart and hands,

If the ten little feet were gone?