Washing
Dear Lord, sometimes my hair gets quite
Untidy, rough and mussy;
And when my Mother makes it right
I'm apt to think she's fussy.
My hand get black with different dirts,
And when no one is present,
I don't half wash; I think it hurts
To make myself more pleasant.
Please make me feel that Cleanliness
Is just a proper virtue,
And that cold water's here to bless,
And never here to hurt you.
Please show me how I always can
Do simple things, that lead to
The making of a gentleman,
And wash, because I need to.
Amen.
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