Classic Poem

A window cleaner's life is grand!
Hurrying up his ladder-stair,
He sets himself with mop in hand
To let in sunshine everywhere;
It makes me feel I'd like to be
A window cleaner too, like him,
Taking my ladder round with me
To get at windows dark and dim.

Having my polisher and mop
On every dull and grimy pane,
I'd rub, and rub, and never stop
Until I made them bright again;
I'd do the same by high and low,
Making their glass so shiny-clean
That all who looked through it would know
At once—the window-man had been!