Dust is such a curious thing,
From clumps of fluff
To flakes of skin,
It gets up doors,
And on the walls,
It's gets in cracks
Beneath the floors
It makes you sneeze
It makes you cough
It gets between a load of stuff
It can be thin
It can be thick
Just give it a scrub
Or give it a flick
Either way it's always there
Mountains for all
And plenty to share
It's back everyday
To come out and play
With my duster and feather head friend
So with duster in hand
I'm there on command
To eliminate and bring to its end.