Sitting by the kitchen sink
Waiting to cleanse thy hand
Best not to take a drink
For it may taste very bland


Washing the worlds worries away
Warming is its partner accompanying
All the bubbles drifting astray
Pleasuring the hands of even a king

Whirling down the drain
Healing small wounds
Easing the hand of pain
All will be better soon

The glory of Soap is true
For all people, me the king, and you.