Is there a companion so steady, so loyal
So constant amid life's stress
As my laundry is to me?
No friend on earth is so unwavering,
always growing, as the mound
upon which I dwell so continually.
Who is she that is eternally there?
Of whom do I think when I rise
And when I sleep?
She's there, you know, she'll ne'er be gone.
Waiting to greet the lonely soul.
My heap and I shall never part.
As sure as the sun and moon and stars,
as faithful as the waves of the sea.
My laundry pile won't leave me.
I know I have a friend, an unrelenting friend
Through life's sorrows and joys
and cleaning mounds of toys.
I have a fixed companion that ever clings to me.
A most allegiant and resolute connection,
That large enbankment of laundry.