I scoured the fridge,
The stove cleaned itself,
I scrubbed the windows
And sponged every shelf.
I cleansed the cabinets
Then mopped the floor.
Did I miss anything?
Should I clean some more?
I windexed the windows,
And brushed the cat,
I vacuumed the rugs
And the welcome mat.
I drove to Scrub-A-Dub
To clean the car.
When it comes to cleaning
I’m a Jewish star.
The bathroom’s pure,
The closets are clear.
I polished the candlesticks
And the silverware.
Let me wipe out the chametz,
Destroy the dirt.
Stay out of my way
And no one gets hurt.
I see no more stains,
I see no dirt.
Yet every moment
I’m on dirt alert.
Is that a crumb on the counter?
A spot on the sink?
There’s no end to the task
The more I think.
Well, that’s enough.
It’s best I don’t look.
Besides it’s time
I start to cook.
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