The Daily Chore

One, two, 
     what to do?
Three, four, 
     mop the floor.
Five, six, 
     play no tricks
Seven, eight, 
     make it great
Nine, ten, 
     now and then,
Eleven, twelve, 
     help her shelve
Thirteen, fourteen, 
     have you seen
Fifteen, sixteen, 
     see what I mean
Seventeen, eighteen, 
     make it clean
Nineteen, twenty, 
    Full or empty.
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