On the wall and on the floor,
round the windows and the door,
marks that tell without a doubt
that sticky fingers are about.
Round the place the toddlers sway,
leaving traces all the way.
And house-proud mothers near to tears
struggle to efface the smears,
wiping vainly as they go
paint that used to gleam and glow.
But though a lot of pains she'll take
cleaning up the marks they make,
a mother's heart loves every one.
She knows how quickly time must run.
Too soon the little hands will grow,
too soon the golden years will go.
But when the fingermarks have gone,
the memories will linger on...
round the windows and the door,
marks that tell without a doubt
that sticky fingers are about.
Round the place the toddlers sway,
leaving traces all the way.
And house-proud mothers near to tears
struggle to efface the smears,
wiping vainly as they go
paint that used to gleam and glow.
But though a lot of pains she'll take
cleaning up the marks they make,
a mother's heart loves every one.
She knows how quickly time must run.
Too soon the little hands will grow,
too soon the golden years will go.
But when the fingermarks have gone,
the memories will linger on...
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