Чистый nonsense

The Broom and the Shovel, the Poker and the Tongs,
They all took a drive in the Park,
And they each sang a song, Ding-a-dong, Ding-a-dong,
Before they went back in the dark.
Mr. Poker he sate quite upright in the coach,
Mr. Tongs made a clatter and clash,
Miss Shovel was all dressed in black (with a brooch),
Mrs. Broom was in blue (with a sash).
Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!
And they all sang a song!

II

'O Shovel so lovely! the Poker he sang,
'You have perfectly conquered my heart!
'Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong! If you're pleased with my song,
'I will feed you with cold apple tart!
'When you scrape up the coals with a delicate sound,
'You enrapture my life with delight!
'Your nose is so shiny! your head is so round!
'And your shape is so slender and bright!
'Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!
'Ain't you pleased with my song?

III

'Alas! Mrs. Broom! sighed the Tongs in his song,
'O is it because I'm so thin,
'And my legs are so long – Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!
'That you don't care about me a pin?
'Ah! fairest of creatures, when sweeping the room,
'Ah! why don't you heed my complaint!
'Must you need be so cruel, you beautiful Broom,
'Because you are covered with paint?
'Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!
'You are certainly wrong!

IV

Mrs. Broom and Miss Shovel together they sang,
'What nonsense you're singing today!
Said the Shovel, 'I'll certainly hit you a bang!
Said the Broom, 'And I'll sweep you away!
So the Coachman drove homeward as fast as he could,
Perceiving their anger with pain;
But they put on the kettle and little by little,
They all became happy again.
Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!
There's an end of my song!

Лопата, щипцы, кочерга и метла

I

Лопата, Щипцы, Кочерга и Метла
Поехали на променад.
Распевали в пути: «Динь-динь-дон, ла-ла-ла»,
Лишь в потёмках вернувшись назад.
Господин Кочерёг – строен, прям и пригож,
Мистер Щипц – дребезжал тенорком,
Мисс Лопата – вся в чёрном (изящная брошь),
А Метла – в голубом (с пояском).
Динь-динь-дон, ла-ла-ла!
Песня вольно текла!

II

«Лопатка, о златко, – пропел Кочерёг, —
Заточили вы сердце в острог!
Динь-динь-дон, ла-ла-ла, коли песня мила,
Будем яблочный кушать пирог!
Вы сгребаете угли, поя «ла-ла-ла», —
Жизнь моя восхищенья полна!
Ваш носик сияет, головка кругла,
И фигурка тонка и стройна!
Динь-динь-дон, ла-ла-ла!
Песня вам не мила?»

III