The wooden Tub

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By 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. ©Copyright All Rights Reserved Lila May Guptill (AKA) Lunaria Jan 9,2010

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