What makes this beast so reconciled To be the friend of every child? Why, ’tis because his trunk is packed With IVORY SOAP, and he’ll not act As once he did in Timbuctoo
When ivory tusks (not soap) he grew; For now he’s clean, he’s tame and kind. The moral is not hard to find— He holds it in his trunk up-curled: ‘Tis IVORY SOAP, for all the world.
IT FLOATS.
A WORD OF WARNING.—There are many white soaps, each represented to be “just as good as the Ivory"'; they are not, but like all imitations, they lack the peculiar and remarkabie qualities of the genuine. Ask for Ivory Soap and insist upon getting it.
