There is a mess to be found nestled around,
Drawer of pictures, clothes, toys and books.
Do you remember how nice it looks
When you open me up and I’m neatly arranged?
My, how I’ve changed!

Pick me up!  Pick me up!
I don’t like being on the floor.
I belong in the closet or in a drawer.
I need to be cleaned and put away.
This is not the place for me to stay.

Look high and low for it; 
I should be a perfect fit.
Today I think that I might,
Stand up by myself and walk into the night.
Unless I’m washed and put back on,
You may have to stand up until dawn.

I’m in a basket and I’m stinky,
But you can change that in a twinky.
Put me where the sun don’t shine;
Be sure to add soap to the brine;
Soft and clean I will become
As I dance and twist and hum.

Eat my dust, the movie goes,
And so I cry to you in moans.
Wipe it up with fragrant polish.
Being clean is being stylish,
And then arrange me nice and neat,
So I sit proud and sweet.

Move me out, I don’t belong here.
The kitchen is crying for me to be near.
They say they have bags that hold me tight.
I shouldn’t be here.  It’s just not right.
I see you!  You’re looking right at me!
It helps if you get down on one knee.

Can’t you hear me calling you?
I’ve just announced that I’m through.
A machine is ready with nice warm air,
To take me for an amusement ride there.
You can leave me unattended,
But listen for when the ride has ended.

Suction is the name of the game.
They used to sweep before I came.
First they discovered electricity
To make things easier, don’t you see?
There’s a plate in the wall that holds the cord.
Push me around now so I won’t be bored.

There has been a party in the kitchen,
And I have been left to wishin’,
That you would see fit to remove the grit
With elbow grease and soapy bubbles
To relieve me of my toils and troubles.

You like to visit me once in a while,
But staying long is not your style.
I flush when you think of me,
But I do have my dignity.
I don’t like being soiled and grimy.
So scrub me with cleanser 'til I’m nice and shiny.

Before I lay me down to sleep,
I like the feel of a clean sheet.
It’s so nice to stretch out.
I feel naked without.
Pulled tight around me, I’m secure as can be.

Look around.  Look at me.
I’m so pretty, can’t you see.
Now that I’m clean through and through,
There’s a surprise for you.
Go find your mother and see what she has.
It’s been fun and all that jazz.