Let's Make an Opera (1949)

Audience: The kettles are singing
Like midsummer larks,
The fire is flinging
A shower of sparks:
The children run flying
To fetch what they're bidden,
For washing and drying
The sweep-boy they've hidden.
They hurry upstairs to
The nursery hearth,
Where Rowan prepares to
Give Sammy his bath:
With brushes to scrub him,
With basins to flood him,
With flannels to rub him,
With soap-balls to sud him.
Splash! in he plunges,
And Rowan lets fly
With sopping-wet sponges
And sparks in her eye!
She washes and rinses
And scrubs willy-nilly,
Till poor Sammy winces
But shines like a lily!