With visage sadly forlorn,
The Janitor sat in the Janitor's room,
Weary, and sleepy, and worn.
'Tis a fact, fact, fact!
He sat with a visage long;
And still as he sat, with a voice half cracked,
He sang this Janitor's song:
"Sweep, sweep, sweep,
In dirt, in smoke, and in dust,
And sweep, sweep, sweep,