a woman's work is ever ongoing she cooks, washes and does all hubby's mowing the list of her daily duties quite long she's never free from these demanding tasks her days are as full as the fullest flasks at no time is the housewife taking spells every minute rings in requesting bells few assist they're off singing an easy song whereas the underpaid maid grinds tough stone her hands worn down to barest possible bone women carry tons of bricks a real heavy freight not for one second will they idle or laze they're running around in the busiest haze by week's end they do feel a loading's weight
Pitter patter small feet, Lush green surrounding, Trees higher than the atmosphere, Thinking I'm Tarzan, River flows elegantly, Hither and thither, Staining our pristine clothes, I used to love that Forest.