Before she has her floor swept Or her dishes done, Any day you'll find her A-sunning in the sun! It's long after midnight Her key's in the lock, And you never see her chimney smoke Till past ten o'clock! Ill She digs in her garden With a shovel and a spoon, She weeds her lazy lettuce By the light of the moon. iv Her lawn looks like a meadow, And if she mows the place She leaves the clover standing And the Queen Annes lace!