The Poetry Corner

Nursery Rhyme. DCXLV. Relics.

By Unknown

Wash, hands, wash, Daddy's gone to plough, If you want your hands wash'd, Have them wash'd now. [A formula for making young children submit to the operation of having their hands washed. Mutatis mutandis, the lines will serve as a specific for everything of the kind, as brushing hair, & c.]