Swish, and swish! now whirl away!
No more dust for us to-day!
In the corners now I rout,
Poking every atom out.
At the ceiling now I dash:
Lurking spiders feel my lash.
Cobweb, fly, and spider grey,
Out you come! away! away!
Swish, swee! swish, swee!
Sweeping is the game for me!