Rub a dub dub
Three men in a tub
And who do you reckon they are?
A gypsy, a poet, and a priest, don'tcha know it
A'scrubbin each other's beard
The poet dropped the soap
and reached down to grope
for it, but to his surprise
The gypsy and priest
were bigger than he
and quite appealing now in his eyes
Now with outstretched hands
he grabbed each one by the glans
and they both elicited such moans
The gypsy sang out and reached back first
The priest following soon in verse
Filling the tiled walls with such tones
Scrubbing each other down
as the soap they now refound
and now it was other methods they seeked
If it weren't for the bubbles
They'd all be in trouble
For now they were positioned hip to cheek
Rub a dub dub
The gypsy, priest and poet a'splashin in the tub
Until they exhaustedly came
And in the afterglow they sighed
and lovingly fluttered their eyes
They knew later they should try that again