DISH PAN OCEAN
\\ hen washing dishes I pretend the pan’s the ocean deep, The fngry waves are rolling high, then skyward seem to leap. They’re dashing madly toward the cliff (the cliff’s the top of pan) Then break and splash and spray, the once dry land (that’s where I am). Now from the lighthouse. 1 can see the dangers all alroiit l or my dear Dish Pan people, who took this ocean route.
Oh, all the little saucers with Mr. and Mrs. Cup, Will with these giant mighty waves, soon all he swallowed up. Mv Lifeboat hands I lower down, manned by Ten Finger crew, They’re trained for such emergencies, all know just what to do. Mid mighty caps of white soap suds, they rescue those close by, Then dive ’til every one is safe and on the deck to dry. CAROL ANN NORTH.
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White Ribbon, Volume 20, Issue 6, 1 July 1948, Page 9
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144DISH PAN OCEAN White Ribbon, Volume 20, Issue 6, 1 July 1948, Page 9
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