Bathophobia
I'm not going in there, mommy. There's water on the wall.
I know I'm dirty. There's mud in my ears.
But you just don't know about all my fears.
I'm not going in that tub and that's all!
I don't care. So there's a small garden between my toes.
I love gardens. Gardens are a good thing.
Eden was a garden. Gardens are where birds sing.
It does look odd, though--where my big toe grows
baby carrots and itsy bitsy spuds. OK, let's rethink.
The kids at school don't want garden toes
mucking about. Will I get water up my nose?
OK, no nose water. But first, a trial run in the kitchen sink?
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