'Twas the gayest lawn-mower that ever was seen, Its body was red and its handle was green. It ran on the lawn for the most of the day, And oh! how it rattled and clattered away! It had a wide mouth and a long, twisted tongue, And this is the song that the lawn-mower sung: "Ke-clickety, clickety, clickety, klot! The work, it is hard, and the day, it is hot. But Susie will like it, the dear little lass; How happy she is in the newly cut grass! It's good for her tennis and good for croquet, And gladly for Susie I'll labor away With my clickety, clickety, klot! "Ke-clickety, clickety, clickety, klot! The work, it is hard, and the day, it is hot, And Charley, the lad who is pushing me now, He carries a terrible frown on his brow. For Charley is lazy and Charley's a shirk, But spite of it all I must stick to my work With my clickety, clickety, klot! "Ke-clickety, clickety, clickety, klot! The work, it is hard, and the day, it is hot, But all of the sparrows are grateful to me, And all of the robins are coming, you see. The crickets and worms they can easily spy, So they pounce on their dinner when I have gone by With my clickety, clickety, klot! "Ke-clickety, clickety, clickety, klot! The work, it is hard, and the day, it is hot. And down in the grass, when I listen, I hear The grasshoppers squeaking, half crazy with fear. The ants and the worms and the katydids dread To hear me come clattering on overhead With my clickety, clickety, klot! "Ke-clickety, clickety, clickety, klot! The work, it is hard, and the day, it is hot. O Charley, and crickets, and ants, and the rest, I'd like to please all, but I'm doing my best. As long as I work I am happy and gay, And so I keep pegging and pegging away With my clickety, clickety, klot!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PRAYER FOR COURAGE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER CINQUAIN: NIGHT WINDS by ADELAIDE CRAPSEY THE BALLAD OF PROSE AND RHYME by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON SPRING'S IMMORTALITY by H. T. MACKENZIE BELL MY ANGEL by JONATHAN HENDERSON BROOKS MY NIGHT-GOWN AND SLIPPERS by GEORGE COLMAN THE YOUNGER SONG OF THE SCUTTLE (AFTER EUGENE FIELD) by THOMAS AUGUSTINE DALY |