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Waipawa Mail, Volume XXXVII, Issue 8360, 23 July 1920, Page 3 (Supplement)

THE SPRING CLEAN. It was the merry springtime, When paint and soap abound; And ladders high, outrage the eye, And cleanliness is crowned. It was a nervy merchant Who yearned tor home and food, That risked his neck, midst front hall’s wreck, To find the wife he wooed. It was the eagle mirror, Through which his right foot went; His left did crack rare brie a brae His shrieks with curses blent. Six tons of sharp edged china Fell on his hapless head; Fell to the floor with sullen roar The weighty folding bed. “My dear, the grand piano,” His wife called overhead, "Please move upstairs.” With frantic glares, 'Twas here he fell down dead.