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Nonsense verse and songs
The Broom, the Shovel, the Poker, and the Tongs

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I

The Broom and the Shovel, the Poker and Tongs,

They all took a drive in the Park,

And they each sang a song, Ding-a-dong,

                                                      Ding-a-dong,

Before they went back in the dark.

Mr. Poker he sate quite upright in the coach,

Mr. Tongs made a clatter and clash,

Miss Shovel was dressed all in black (with a

                                                      brooch),

Mr. Broom was in blue (with a sash).

Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!

And they all sang a song!


II

“O Shovely so lovely!” the Poker he sang,

“You have perfectly conquered my heart!

Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong! If you’re pleased

                                                      with my song,

I will feed you with cold apple tart!

When you scrape up the coals with a delicate

                                                      sound

You enrapture my life with delight!

Your nose is so shiny! your head is so round!

And your shape is so slender and bright!

Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!

Ain’t you pleased with my song?”


III

“Alas! Mr. Broom!» sighed the Tongs in his

                                                                      song.

O is it because I’m so thin,

And my legs are so long – Ding-a-dong!

                                                      Ding-a-dong!

That you don’t care about me a pin?

Ah! fairest of creatures, when sweeping the room,

Ah! why don’t you heed my complaint!

Must you needs be so cruel, you beautiful Broom,

Because you are covered with paint?

Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!

You are certainly wrong!”


IV

Mrs. Broom and Miss Shovel together they sang,

“What nonsense you’re singing today!”

Said the Shovel, “I’ll certainly hit you a band!”

Said the Broom, “And I’ll sweep you away!”

So the Coachman drove homeward as fast as

                                                      he could,

Perceiving their anger with pain;

But they put on the kettle, and little by little,

They all became happy again.

Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!

There’s the end of my song.


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