So up two flights of stairs they marched, But ere they reached the top, A clumsy private tripped and fell— He thought he’d never stop! It was a quite extended trip, And rough at every point; It landed him down in the hall, And sore in every joint. But Borax poultice well applied At once relieved his pain— So up he jumped and climbed the stair, And joined his friends again. Then in the nursery they went— This noble Borax band— And sure enough there was a host Of grimy Imps on hand. [Illustration: “My! How this pony’s anger burned! Although it didn’t smoke!”] THE BATTLE OF ROCKY POINT And all the Imps were casting dirt, And striving to o’erthrow A very pretty Hobby Horse, With coat as white as snow. My! How this pony’s anger burned! Although it didn’t smoke! And back and forth he madly rocked At these pernicious folk. But little cared they for his rocks— They dodged them, everyone. But when the mules began to fire, Ah! then there was some fun! And thus the room was brightened up, And rendered clean and sweet In every part, with thoroughness— Ah, Borax’s hard to beat! And then again the warriors cheered— The Hobby Horse joined in, With all the other happy toys, And made a joyful din. They called the battle “Rocky Point,” Because their friend, new made, The Hobby Horse, was on the rock, When they came to his aid. [Illustration: “Mount Washington began to melt, and soon was on the line!”] THE MELTING OF MT. WASHINGTON “And now my men”, the Captain said, “We’ve done here what we could; Suppose the laundry we invade, And try to do some good.” The wash was piled upon the floor, And quite a mount it made— Mount Wash-ington, a mule declared, And all his comrades brayed! But straight to work these warriors went, And soon the clothes were tubbed, And Borax sifted in the suds, And every piece was scrubbed. My! how the dirt did disappear— Thanks to the Borax, fine! Mount Washington began to melt, And soon was on the line!