Bathtime Babe
I knew a little babe who was naughty as can be.
How did I know the babe?
Well, because that babe was me!
When ever mum said, " Yes",
Babe would always just say, " No"!
When ever mum said, " Stop"!
Babe would always answer, " Go"!
Bathtime for mum, was a terrible time of night.
Cos she knew, with good reason, just how much her babe would fight.
The tears would be flowing, and the babe cried all the more.
With shrieks and wails aplenty,
Babe was readying for War!
"Oh, my little babe, how I wish you wouldn't fight".
" The bath's not so bad, and the water is just right".
"Please, come and wash; you can splish and splash with vim".
"You can soak me if you wish; I'll just sit here at the rim".
As bedtime fast approaches,
And babe yawns with all her might.
"What a brilliant bath"! Thought babe,
Then she slept right through the night.
Copyright © Deborah Ainsworth | Year Posted 2005
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