III. For the Creche <br /> <br />Form 8277059, Sub-Section K <br /> <br />I remember my mother, the day that we met, <br />A thing I shall never entirely forget; <br />And I toy with the fancy that, young as I am, <br />I should know her again if we met in a tram. <br />But mother is happy in turning a crank <br />That increases the balance in somebody's bank; <br />And I feel satisfaction that mother is free <br />From the sinister task of attending to me. <br /> <br />They have brightened our room, that is spacious and cool, <br />With diagrams used in the Idiot School, <br />And Books for the Blind that will teach us to see; <br />But mother is happy, for mother is free. <br />For mother is dancing up forty-eight floors, <br />For love of the Leeds International Stores, <br />And the flame of that faith might perhaps have grown cold, <br />With the care of a baby of seven weeks old. <br /> <br />For mother is happy in greasing a wheel <br />For somebody else, who is cornering Steel; <br />And though our one meeting was not very long, <br />She took the occasion to sing me this song: <br />"O, hush thee, my baby, the time will soon come <br />When thy sleep will be broken with hooting and hum; <br />There are handles want turning and turning all day, <br />And knobs to be pressed in the usual way; <br /> <br />O, hush thee, my baby, take rest while I croon, <br />For Progress comes early, and Freedom too soon."<br /><br />Gilbert Keith Chesterton<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-song-of-education/
