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!

“Oh! won’t the girl be glad, my men!”

The Captain said with glee,

“When she comes down to do her wash,

And finds it done! He! He!”

Now Jane, the girl, had common sense,

And so she kept on hand,

From that time forth, a Borax stock—

The 20-Mule-Team-Brand.

“And three or four with hearty cheer, jumped in like jolly frogs.”