Oh Henry dear, what have you done?
I always thought that we had fun,
unwinding, zapping dusty ground
under beds and round and round,
you’ve never let me down before,
I’ve always had a dust free floor,
but now you’ve silted up inside
and when I looked I could have cried,
you used to be the cleanest here
but now you’ve lost that crown I fear,
you’ve really made a frightful mess
I hope we don’t have fussy guests,
for underneath your shiny smile
your belly bag burst and left a pile!