O' Babysitter, thou art divine.
You drive your own car, you don't drink our wine.
You have the kids fed, bathed, in bed before we get home.
No boys come over, you're always alone.
(Except for that one time, but we'll over look it if our last minute request, you'll promise to book it.)
You clean up the kitchen, down to the dish.
The playroom is spotless, no valuables missed.
Your rates are quite reasonable, as sitters go.
Your patience is infinite. You are pure as the snow.
Our children regard you with highest esteem.
You bathe them with affection. You wipe each nose clean.
You stick to our rules as firm as you should.
And despite the hullabaloo, routinely report that the children were good.
Sometimes we stay out much later than we ought.
You take it in stride, and are never distraught.
You've happily granted requests in a pinch,
To sit for occasions, like birthdays nearly missed.
You're faithful and fearless and smart and mature.
Your decisions are right. Your motives are pure.
We can't thank you enough for the years that we've had.
You've endured all the pizzas, and the jokes that are bad.
O' Babysitter, why must you leave?
College isn't as great as friends would have you believe.
Make babysitting your chosen career.
You can stay with the kids, we'll go out for a beer.
Babysitter we don't like to beg.
Say you won't go, and we'll pull the kids off your leg.
What can we say? What can we do?
Would you enroll at ASU?