Some may see through a glass darkly,
But Mistress likes hers clear.
So I’m cleaning each pane smartly
Lest she note a smudge here.

I’m praying that it does not rain,
That pollen does not fall.
That errant fingerprints don’t stain
Her window panes at all.

For Mistress likes a tidy home,
And she’s tasked me with this.
I fear no mercy will be shown,
If any speck I miss.

Mistress, I may have found my trade
Now that you’ve made of me a maid.