Head Laundress.
There can't be no 'arm, dear, in that.
Let's write to the papers and 'int it.
I know with your pen you are pat,
And the Times will be 'appy to print it.
If we are to git through that lot,
We must 'ave some more 'elp—that's my notion!
Let's strike whilst the iron is 'ot,
The Public may trust our dewotion.
We'll call the chief Laundresses round;