There were dirtstains and mud
All over his rug
So Mr. Hoover went to the bedroom
And grabbed a vacuum
He plugged it into the wall and
Not paying any attention at all
He turned it on
But what Mr. Hoover didn't know
Was the vacuum was set to industrial mode
Hit it
Here we go
Soon it sucked in the carpet
And took off all the floor's tarnish
It devoured his favorite shoes
And sucked in the color blue
It picked up the President's dog
And stripped the White House of its walls
It sucked in his television set
And about one-third of the national debt
President Hoover what did you do
Twelve minutes and a hundred items later
The vacuum grew
And soon it was out on the streets of D.C.
It sucked in the crime
And a hundred cars
It ate all forms of time
And glass jars
It swallowed the ocean
And all the fish
It sucked in thousands of kids
Who never got to Make-A-Wish
It ate the universe
It ate the stars
Least important of all
It sucked in Mars
Finally Hoover turned it off
But by then it had a mind of its own
And it had swallowed everything whole
Except his rug
Which still had dirtstains and mud