SPRING CLEANING.
Kick the bucket! bang the pail! Blow the soap and soda! Ev’ry spring the same old tale— Nasty suddy odour. Carpets up in ev’ry room, Chairs upon the table, Wife, armed with a bristly broom, Drives me to the stable! Dinner a'moveable feast,’ Mouthfuls had in snatches, Even the poor feline beast. Swears and spits and scratches, For it’s kicked first here, then there. Till it’s driven crazy; Pussy, yon and I must share A life that turns one mazy! Cleanliness we all admire. But so much hot water In t'he spring raises my ire. Until tit for slaughter. On the whole, I’d rather be (As 1 tell my Gertie, When she throws a broom at me) Let alone and dirty!
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXII, Issue XXV, 24 June 1899, Page 882
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123SPRING CLEANING. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XXII, Issue XXV, 24 June 1899, Page 882
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