Pencil Pusher
03-15-2008, 11:13 PM
Turn your socks, your shirt, your pants right side out,
The soap cannot get what it does not see:
Wash, and thou shalt fold: t’aint the easy route.
When day is done, and dark is all about,
You put pajamas on, and hear my plea:
Turn your socks, your shirt, your pants right side out.
Cleaning your room, let there remain no doubt,
As you rate your clothes’ defiled dignity,
Wash, and thou shalt fold: t’aint the easy route.
Good children, in the bath, your bare skin flout--
Splash and wash and play--after you with glee,
Turn your socks, your shirt, your pants right side out.
Come in from church to play without a shout,
Change your clothes, but remember ‘ere you flee:
Wash, and thou shalt fold: t’aint the easy route.
With cheerful face and ne’er a single pout,
Remember the advice I gave for free:
Turn your socks, your shirt, your pants right side out,
Wash, and thou shalt fold: t’aint the easy route.
The soap cannot get what it does not see:
Wash, and thou shalt fold: t’aint the easy route.
When day is done, and dark is all about,
You put pajamas on, and hear my plea:
Turn your socks, your shirt, your pants right side out.
Cleaning your room, let there remain no doubt,
As you rate your clothes’ defiled dignity,
Wash, and thou shalt fold: t’aint the easy route.
Good children, in the bath, your bare skin flout--
Splash and wash and play--after you with glee,
Turn your socks, your shirt, your pants right side out.
Come in from church to play without a shout,
Change your clothes, but remember ‘ere you flee:
Wash, and thou shalt fold: t’aint the easy route.
With cheerful face and ne’er a single pout,
Remember the advice I gave for free:
Turn your socks, your shirt, your pants right side out,
Wash, and thou shalt fold: t’aint the easy route.