The Janitors Story


It was many upon many years ago
It all started in a ship
Who swept there was an old janitor you could know
He goes by the name Antonio and his nickname is chip.
The janitor swept with only one goal in his head
The goal was to save up enough money, to own a soft bed
He work and he swept and he cried from the pain
He pushed himself hard with what was left in his brain
The janitor put in his hours and kept track of his hours
He looked at the floors and said, “That looks real sour!”
Months have gone by and hes saved up his pennys
The old man found a friend, and the friends name was Lenny

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