At The Summer Cottage Poem by Edgar Albert Guest
At The Summer Cottage
Father's in the woodshed,
Cleaning forty fish;
Mother's in the kitchen,
Washing every dish;
Sister's upstairs making
Every bed we own;
The company is on the porch
With the graphophone.
Father does the rowing,
Brother does the chores,
Mother does the baking,
Sister sweeps the floors;
Everybody's working,
Here at Idlenook,
Except the company — and that
Sits down and reads a book.
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