WONDER DUST

WONDER DUST

Wonder dust gets under stuff
When there might seem no way
It's lying there beneath your chairs
No matter what the day

There's Monday dust and Wednesday dust
And Sunday dust as well
It doesn't beat around the bush
It lies there where it fell

You'll hoover it and dust it off
To keep your floors all clean
But when you turn around you'll see
More dust where you've just been

Your dust is mostly you, you know
Your skin, your hair and snot
And if you're thinking otherwise
Your thinking's tommy rot

It hangs around on picture frames
On skirting boards and plants
And it gets to all those places
Where it knows your duster can't

Sometimes you'll see it in your room
Just wafting in mid-air
That dust's so bad it drives you mad
It gets most everywhere

So when you're done with dusting
And your house all looks just so
Just give it a few hours...
There'll be more of it you know!