They got the silver tub out for bathtime
the three of us took turns
the water was kept hot by a kettle
when we got out we were toweled by mum and dad
nice and clean for school tomorrow
once I got out and I had a hard on
'how does this happen mum'? I said
'It happens when you get cold', said mum
I was only ten
but when I grew up I found that that wasn't true
because the world isn't populated by Eskimos.
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