The Wheeler & Wilson Sewing Machine It is simple, light and airy, And the life and light of Home. Formed by some ingenious fairy, Or the enchantment of a gnome; 'Tis the Finest; ne'er erratic, And it's built to please the queen, The smooth running automatic Wheeler & Wilson Sewing Machine 'Tis the sum of human Science, Not the product of wild dreams; It has gained the world's reliance For it is just what it seams, Others go unto the attic With the old things which "have been', No equal has the automatic Wheeler & Wilson Sewing Machine How it goes! Goes without saying At the lightest touch of foot; Sewing with it is like playing, And its stitch is bound to suit; Womens' praises grow emphatic When its way and work are seen; Naught is like the automatic Wheeler & Wilson Sewing Machine 'Tis the 20th Century treasure And it always at the fore; 'Tis a beauty and a pleasure, It does everything--and more. All who have it are ecstatic And their hearts they'll never wean From the charming automatic Wheeler & Wilson Sewing Machine