I. The Broom And The Shovel, The Poker And 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 Dressed All 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. Ii. "O Shovely So Lovely!" The Poker He Sang, "You Have Perfectly Conquered My Heart. Ding-A-Dong, Ding-A-Dong! If You're Pleased With My Song, I Will Feed You With Cold Apple-Tart. When You Scrape Up The Coals With A Delicate Sound, You Enrapture 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?" Iii. "Alas! Mrs. Broom," Sighed The Tongs In His Song, "Oh! Is It Because I'm So Thin, And My Legs Are So Long, - Ding-A-Dong, Ding-A-Dong! - That You Don't Care About Me A Pin? Ah! Fairest Of Creatures, When Sweeping The Room, Ah! Why Don't You Heed My Complaint? Must You Needs Be So Cruel, You Beautiful Broom, Because You Are Covered With Paint? Ding-A-Dong, Ding-A-Dong! You Are Certainly Wrong." Iv. 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.