Rub-a-dub-dub there's a pig in the tub And I wish there was room for me She's so fat that her hip hangs over the lip And warm water has caused her to pee I don't want to sprinkle on top of her tinkle The grapes that I've saved for this job Yet I fear if I fail it that sow will hightail it And forever she'll look like a slob Here comes the dilemma my sweet little Emma Won't get out without her grape treat Yet I still need to keep them don't want her to eat them I'll have to resort to deceit So I turn quickly round put the dish on the ground And Emma steps lightly out Grab the washtub and spill it then quickly refill it While I grab the dish back with a shout Now no one would sneer or act like it's queer If I told them I'm making penoche Yet they all flip their wig that I'm scrubbing a pig They think it's a bunch of hogwash! love, Binki © Margaret Timms 2000

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