In the name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful
Little children come to me for hugs and books and such.
I care for all their special needs and also fix them lunch.
I pick up toys, mop up spills, and sometimes dry their tears.
I change their diapers, settle fights, and kiss away their fears.
I tie their shoes, button coats and push them on the swing.
I really love these kids, you see, but there is just one thing.
Call me Yara, Aunt or Teacher or other names that fit,
But please don't call me the "babysitter,"
Because I never get to sit!