[edit] Chimney Sweep

Now here he comes our friend the sweep
As black as soot is he,
With hands and face and coat and boots
As black as black can be.
He comes to brush the chimney steep
For all the town to see.Willy came in to his tea.

His brush he pushes straight and high
Until it’s at the top,
It’s coming up the chimney now
Just wait -you’ll see it -pop!
It’s reaching up into the sky
It looks just like a mop.

A chimney sweep I’d like to be
And never wash my hands for tea.