Little Johnny Perkins loved to play and play.
He played inside, outside, morning, night and day
He ran through the kitchen, and out through the door
He rolled in the mud, and tracked it on the floor
He chirped at the robins, and ran from the jays
But those bubbles in the bathwater, they haunted all his days
When bath time came Johnny’s mother called
But little Johnny yelled, little Johnny stalled
He crawled on the table, and crept around the chair
Maybe he could get away, if he climbed up the stair
But it wasn’t long before his mother tired of this dance
And then Johnny saw it, he saw his only chance
He ran and ran and ran, and then he ran some more
He almost got away, but she caught him at the door
He pushed and pulled, he kicked, he bit, he screamed like he was wet
He had to get away. He’d escape those bubbles yet
But alas for little Johnny, his mother won the day
And naked in the floor, was Johnny forced to stay
Over the side of the tub did little Johnny peek
Then all through the house did Little Johnny streak
But his mother picked him up and his mother sat him down
And little Johnny laughed, he laughed like a clown
He laughed from fear and fright
But no bubbles were in sight
So Johnny he did splash, and Johnny he did play
But nervous he did stay
‘Til the bubbles reached the light
Then Johnny jumped and cried
His poor mother, how she sighed
And she told him one time more
“Johnny those are yours”
Then Johnny stopped and thought
He sat instead of fought
And he made bubbles by the score
Now little Johnny runs and little Johnny plays
But the bubbles in the water do not haunt his days
And now Little Johnny laughs
When Johnny takes his baths
He laughs not from fear or fright
But from his new found control over this wondrous delight