In the tub sat my fairy,
Amongst the soap suds light and airy,
with neither worry, nor 'carey'
Playing with her toys.
Along came her jealous brother,
Worried lest she might soon smother,
the bubbles before he could come over,
To join her in the tub.
His squeals came loud and raucous,
Her shrill shrieks joined the chorus
His intentions were looking grievous.
So I added some more soap
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