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While I was washing the dishes this afternoon, an old song from my Scouting days came to mind, and, well, it's National Poetry Month. Doggerel counts, doesn't it?
Have you heard
Of Grandma's lye soap,
Good for everything
In the home?
And the secret
Was in the scrubbing
It didn't suds, it didn't foam!
And brother Thurman
Had an aversion
To washing their ears.
Grandma scrubbed them
With her lye soap
And they haven't heard a word in years!
Down in the valley
Suffered from ulcers
I understand.
She swallowed a cake of
Grandma's lye soap;
She's got the cleanest ulcers in the land!
(Thanks to
countrycousin for a correction to the lyrics.)
Have you heard
Of Grandma's lye soap,
Good for everything
In the home?
And the secret
Was in the scrubbing
It didn't suds, it didn't foam!
So sing right outLittle Herman
For Grandma's lye soap
Sing right out
All over the place!
The pots and the kettles
The dirty dishes
And for your hands
And for your face!
And brother Thurman
Had an aversion
To washing their ears.
Grandma scrubbed them
With her lye soap
And they haven't heard a word in years!
So sing right out...Mrs. O'Malley
Down in the valley
Suffered from ulcers
I understand.
She swallowed a cake of
Grandma's lye soap;
She's got the cleanest ulcers in the land!
So sing right out...
(Thanks to
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Date: 2007-04-22 11:01 pm (UTC)Thanks for the memory.
;<)
(I'm My Own Grandpa came from around then, too)
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Date: 2007-04-22 11:07 pm (UTC)I have no idea as to the source; one of the older Scouts taught it to us. He was also the person who introduced me to "The M.T.A.", among other things.
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