Rub-a-dub-dub, <br />Mrs O’Hara’s bathtub, <br />a towel gone for a drink, <br />fell into the tub. <br />What is the poor lady to dry herself with now? <br />Oh, dear what can she do, <br />the robe she thought, <br />give it a tug, <br />but it fell into the tub. <br />Now what was she going to do? <br />Call for her husband. <br />A yell, a scream is heard, <br />as he rushes in like a buffalo herd. <br />“What is the matter, dear? ” he says, <br />and then slips up on a bar of soap. <br />Rub-a -dub-dub, <br />Mrs O’Hara, towel, robe, and hubby all in the tub. <br /> <br /> <br />19 April 1979<br /><br />David Harris<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mrs-o-hara-s-bathtub-fun-poem-39/
