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The Broom and the Shovel, the Poker and the 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 all dressed in black (with a brooch),

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

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

And they all sang a song!


'O Shovel so lovely!' the Poker he sang,

'You have perfectly conquered my heart!

'Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong! If your pleased with my song,

'I will feed you with cold apple tart!

'When you scrape up the coals with a delicate sound,

'You encapture 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?'


'Alas! Mrs. 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 hat you don't care about me a pin?

'Ah! fairest of creatures, when sweeping the room,

'Ah! why don't heed my complaint!

'Must your needs be so crule, you beautiful Broom,

'Because you are coverd with paint?

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

'You are certainly wrong!


Mrs. Broom and Miss Shovel together they sang,

'What nonsense you're singing to-day!'

Said the Shovel, 'I'll certainly hit you a bang!'

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 an end of my song!