In a house on Dilly Dally Drive, there lived a boy named Timmy Tidytop. Timmy had a room like a zoo, with toys that tumbled and clothes that flew.

One day, his mom said, 'It's time to clean! Use your broom, Timmy, make that room gleam!'

He grumbled and mumbled and stomped a bit, 'I can't clean my room, not even one little bit!'

Then, from under the bed, came a strange little sound—A buzzing, a humming, a WHOOSH that did abound!

Out popped a broom, with a grin and a sprout! 'Hello there, I'm Broom Hilda!' she did shout.

'I'll help you clean, quick-like-a-zoom! Just dance with me, and we'll tidy the room!'

Timmy twirled and swirled, with a hop and a beep, 'Cleaning’s so fun, who needs to weep?'

Clothes whooshed into drawers, books flew to their shelves, toys marched in a line, behaving themselves!

In no time at all, with rhythm and rhyme, the room was sparkling, simply sublime!

Timmy and Hilda waved goodbye with a cheer, 'We'll see you again next cleaning, never fear!'

Now when Timmy's room gets messy and wild, he calls on Broom Hilda, forever her child.

For cleaning is magic, with just a dash of laughter, and that, dear friends, is the lesson after.