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