On a cleaning day
Rise and look around you
Is this my home? This pen?!
On a cleaning day
How it will astound you
That the filthiness found in your bathroom
Defies human ken
You'll feel part of every basin, tub and tile
As you lunge
For that sad sponge
That's not been wiggled in a while
And on a cleaning day...On a cleaning day...
You can scrub forever...
And ever...
And ever more. . .
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