HI YO, HOOVER, AWAY!
Once a witch with a wart on her nose,
And with runners in her pantyhose,
Went and traded her broom
For a Hoover vacuum.
Where she hoovered to, nobody knows.
Copyright © William Robinson | Year Posted 2005
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