Bathtime

There’s a shadow on the horizon if I’ve been out to play
It springs to mind while walking home on the brightest summer’s day
I look down at my body, eyes scan dirty shirt and jeans
I can see what I had for diner, in my zip there’s still some beans

My quick pace slows to saunter as my home comes into view
I didn’t intend to get so dirty, as an explorer so would you.
Someone needs to speak to mummy and promise not to laugh
Say she’ll wash her boy away, if she keeps putting him in the bath

I’m not a namby pamby, like the girl from up the road
But I’m sure mum scrubbed my skin off, when I brought home my new pet toad
She doesn’t use that shampoo, you know the ‘no more tears’
She uses fairy liquid, to wash the spuds out of my ears

Sometimes I scream ‘you’ll drown me’ and then I hear her laugh.
I don’t think she’ll ever realise, it’s dad that puts the dirty mark around the bath.
Then I remember the warm towel and mums hug to get me dry
My legs are picking up the pace, can you guess the reason why?