Santa Claus Soap

The NATI01SIALHYMNGSaTHE WORLD'S FAIR. My Country: 'tis of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing; Land where our fathers died ; Land where our Mothers cried, Over the wash-tub tied Let freedom ring. My native country thee - Land of the noble, free- Thy name I love ; I love thy tucks and f rills Butoh: what laundry bjlls; My soul with horror thrills: When I think of thee. Let music swell the breeze, And blow through all the trees Hail SANTA CLAUS: Let tired mortals wake And gladly try a cake, Let all for deanness sake, Join the applause. N.KfAIRBANKCacTSU Ü