I know that look,
you can’t deny.
You’ve got that twinkle
in your eye.
And a towel,
I see it clear.
I smell the soap
a mile from here.
I run and run,
you can’t catch me.
I’ll hide in spots
where you can’t see.
You’re so unfair;
I’ve worked my best
to get this mud
across my chest.
And now you think
to clean me up?
To get me rid
of all this muck?
I will not yield;
I stomp and scream.
You come at me
with oils and cream.
Water hits me
and it’s the end.
I am done for
Let’s not pretend
It’s cold and wet
but the suds are nice
I try not to smile
as bubbles rise.
I must admit
though I made a scene,
there are worst things
than being clean.
