A Little Piece Of Soap.

A Little Piece of soap,

Slips from my hand.

It slips and glides,

And dances it way,

Throughout the world,

And within its lanes and routes.

It goes with all it’s might,

With all of its gusto.

It’s nice that a little soap,

Has so much power.

That it can reach anything,

And that top without any rope,

But it ain’t silly that we do hope.


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