My Boys and Girls ( Baby sitting )

 Part of my college expenses were earned as I used to babysit when I was in high school.  The following poem tells of that
experience:

 
                                              The three boys
                                                were actually easier
                                                    than the girls I cared for.
                                               The youngest boy made
                                                 made me laugh with his
                                                       "bugeeta" bites, and
                                                his "bweeding" scratches.
                                                  The older two would
                                                         climb trees to avoid
                                                 naptime or  taking a bath.
                                                   I still loved all three
                                                         equally.
                                                 The girls had a father who
                                                   had wanted sons, and he
                                                          let me take over his
                                                  fatherly duties.
                                                    The youngest was a baby
                                                          demanding care, but                 
                                                  too many times left
                                                     unattended  until I arrived,
                                                           and would try to
                                                  make up for all that
                                                      was left undone
                                                            during the day.