Manicure our broken nails,
Try the last complexion cream—
What a dream
Of bliss!
Super-Char. 'Old on! Let's get to business, and no kidding!
I'm up for auction; 'oo will start the bidding?
First Lady. I want a charlady from ten to four,
To cook the lunch and scrub the basement floor.
Super-Char. Cook? Scrub? Thanks! Nothink doin'! Next, please! You, Mum,
What are the dooties you would 'ave me do, Mum?