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Splish Splash Hansel and Gretel


Long ago, in a very muddy forest,

Two twins stomp their feet.

Muddy boots, and dirty clothes,

 But they don’t want to be clean.

A woman waits, in her house,

For her guest to arrive.

Little do they know, the woman awaits,

To scrub and make them dry.

This may be a familiar tale,

But the woman not as evil.

Except this time, no eating,

She just wants them cleaner.

They round the corner, filfth and dirt,

Not ready for what is coming.

A big bath tub, with soaps and suds,

The water still running.

The woman asks the kids to stop,

And have a little sip.

Little do they know, in a few short minutes,

It will be a dip.

She traps them with her big soapy hands,

And throws them in the tub.

She laughs so loud, while they cry,

And now no more mud.

And so it goes, the happy ending,

Except for the kids.

They know are squeaky clean,

While the woman purses her lips.

 

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