Mrs. Mop couldn't stop mopping--just couldn't!
She mopped the floors, then mopped again
Although she knew she shouldn't
She mopped the toilet, mopped the walls, and even mopped the
ceiling
There was something about mopping
She found utterly appealing
"The soapy water, oh!" she sighed
"The mop head's soggy strings!
And dancing with the handle!
What merriment it brings!"
The floors were always wet, and so
They quickly started molding
Her children cried: "Stop mopping!"
And they gave their mom a scolding
"I only tried to clean," she said
"That's why I did the mopping."
"The problem is," her children said
"Your mopping is nonstopping!"
"I guess if all you kids agreed
To keep things clean and neat
I wouldn't need the mop
And you could put it on the street."
"Done!" her children answered
And they cleaned the house themselves
The mop was given up
Or maybe hidden in the shelves
And that's how clever Mrs. Mop
Who'd faked the whole obsession
Never had to clean again
And taught her kids a lesson.
