My love does chores

All day and night,

She really does

And does them right!

Her hands do fly,

Her body spins;

Down low, up high,

She cleans and wins!

Across the room

She dances fair—

To grab a broom

And sweep up care.

Outside, with scoop,

From every place,

She scoops the poop

To a better place!

The dishes wait,

But not too long;

They’ll ‘ppreciate

Her rub-dub song.

Then clothes round spin

With suddy soap;

To keep dirt in

They have no hope.

My love does chores

All day, all night.

She really does

And does them right.

And she cooks besides!

She cuts up veggies,

Big and small,

Fries the eggs,

Toasts the toast,

Heats the coffee,

Sets out the butter—

Her whole body

Flying all around!

Oh, she is something!

My love does chores

All day, all night;

A whirlwind of dynamite!