The wooden Tub, by Lunaria Subscribe to rss feed for Lunaria

There it sits with water and soap bubbles
Oh, methinks I am in troubles
I don't want a bath for it's only been a week
Since I took a swim in the creek

I'll admit I didn't go swimmin with Ivory soap
But what do  you think  that I'm a dope?
You know I don't like to get wet
No one has made me take a bath yet

I fell in the creek. It was slippery. Okay?
That's why I was in the creek that day
I'm not due for a bath till next year
So get that wooden tub away from me , ya hear?

They tied me up with a dadburn rope
And they rubbed me all over with soap
They put me in that wooden tub
And they had the nerve to sing rub-a dub-dub

 I tell you the truth friend, they were so mean
My dog doesn't  know me now that I'm clean
Oh, them  fellers they make me bristle
I even smell good, I'm clean as a whistle.

                                                            
                                                
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                                             Lila May
Guptill (AKA) Lunaria
                                                            
                                                         
Jan 9,2010
                   
Posted: 2010-01-26 04:39:00 UTC

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