She wasted very little time
In climbing to the washing-line,
Yelled,'Bill,you will not get away!'
And,like a great,plump bird of prey,
She swooped down to
the compost bin.
And landed right on top of him!
'Game over,doggie-woggie-woo.
It's bathie-wathie time for you!'
While Bleach was busy with her chants
Bill struggled from the net.
He saw the window,seized his chance
And out to freedom leapt.
Across the yard he had to race
To find the perfect hiding place.
He dug down deep,down deep within
A very smelly compost bin But oh,too late!
Bleach spotted him.
Then,with a laugh,Bleach filled the bath
Until the bath was brimming.
And,while she tipped in smelly stuff,
Bill heard the old girl singing:
'Oh,fizzy,Lilac scented balls, Please hear the words I'm speaking; Oh,apple blossom,lemon zest, Cheery scrub and all the rest, Please do you very smelly best To stop this beast from reeking.'
