Dust, dust, and more dust.
That's all I did was dust,
And clean
And scrub
And toil,
Never being noticed by my master,
Never one thank you.
I was born to obey.
Whether it was Miss Marsh
In the Thunder Mesa schoolhouse
Or father, when he needed an errand.
I came to the mansion when
My parents died, of influenza,
Leaving me with nothing.
I married the butler, Ezra,
My only friend.
I died when sorting out the attic,
And choking on dust.