HELPING MOTHER
It's great fuu doing household tasks, For when I use the mop, Then I'm a sailor swabbing decks, And I just hate to stop! And when. I run tho sweeper Across the rugs as bid, That's when I'm hunting treasure, Although it's dust that's bid. Sometimes I wash the dishes, And- like the tinkling sound Of china in the soapsuds, An orchestra I've found. And when I clean the silvc-, I'm centuries away; I think it's knight's bright armour, Hanged there in fine array. It's a pity that my other friends Don"t have this fun at all; On them their little household tasks For ever seem to pall. —From "The Leader." .
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Evening Post, Volume CXII, Issue 3, 3 July 1926, Page 16
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113HELPING MOTHER Evening Post, Volume CXII, Issue 3, 3 July 1926, Page 16
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