Parodies of the works of English & American authors, vol. IV
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Parodies of the works of English & American authors, vol. IV
Parodies
One day a friend said Sunlight Soap I really ought to try,
And as she did insist, I hunted up my list;
For, hearing her experience, I remembered with a sigh,
How much they’d all been missed! How much they’d all been
missed.
So I sent at once for Sunlight Soap, and soon unpicked the
lace,
From that old discarded sunshade and I tacked it in its
place;
Round a muslin-covered bottle, as their little books
direct,
And used the Sunlight Soap with most astonishing effect,
The lace washed quite as good as new――encouraged to persist,
I wondered if it would restore the other things I’d missed.
_Chorus_――She hunted up her list! She got her little list,
And wondered if it would restore the other things she’d
missed.
So one by one I brought to light the things I’d laid aside
For I’d got them on my list! They were all upon my list;
The same success attended each experiment I tried,
And they’ll never more be missed They’ll never more be missed!
The finest fabrics were unharmed, the tints remained intact,
You may think I’m romancing, I assure you it’s a fact;
You try the Sunlight Soap, you’ll find your labour much
reduced,
I only wish that years ago it had been introduced!
Henceforth no more soiled garments will appear upon my list,
For, thanks to harmless Sunlight Soap, they’ll none of them
be missed.
_Chorus_――She’s crossed ’em off her list! She’s crossed ’em off her
list,
For, thanks to harmless Sunlight Soap, they’ll none of ’em
be missed!
TRIO OF SUNLIGHT SOAP TABLETS.
Three little aids to health are we,
Powerful aids in tablets three,
Harbingers all of purity,
Three little aids to health!
Everyone will our virtues own,
Everywhere is our value known,
Everything that is foul hath flown,
From three little aids to health!
Three little tablets, all expelling
Germs of disease from dress and dwelling,
Purity’s advent e’er foretelling――
Three little aids to health!
Three little foes to dire decay,
Driving disease and dirt away,
Pleased to disperse their dread array――
Three little aids to health!
All that is foul we render fair,
No earthly boon can with us compare,
Life is a burden few could bear
But for three little aids to health!
Three little tablets, all expelling
Germs of disease from dress and dwelling,
Purity’s advent e’er foretelling――
Three little aids to health!
THE REASON WHY.
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