Oh! The bed-making machine,
It looks like a big, huge
Giant, green bean.
As it skates over my rumpled
Wrinkly sheets,
It punches and pushes,
My bolsters it beats.
Its eggbeater feet fluff my pillows so well,
When my bed is all made and is looking so swell,
Then it scoots on along, to the next bed it goes,
Just how everyone likes their bed made -- it knows!