"and you let them suds dry"

"and you let them suds dry"

Mrs Pronto is always late,
Mrs Pronto is full of hate,
Mrs Pronto thinks she's right,
Always Mrs Pronto is full of spite.

I helped Mrs Pronto do the dishes,
For her painful skin,
And arthritic fingers,
Creaked ever so loudly,
Beating again so surely,
The olden days that lingers.

She scolded me she did,
She said to me loudly she did,
"You stupid goon, look what you did!
You made the china cat cry,
You let the marble bird fly,
And you let them suds dry!"

Rest in peace Mrs Pronto,
Rest in peace now,
Don't you love the darken soil,
And the warm worms wriggling,
Between your dry toes.