Mother, may I go in to swim?
“My dear, you didn’t oughter.
I’ve heard of baths filled to the brim
With something more than water.”
“Mother, I want to learn to swim.”
“Oh, have a care, my daughter!
I fear this ultra-modern whim
To lave in ale and porter.”
“Mother! They all go in to swim!”
“Think of the aftermath, dear.
Well, hang your clothes on a hickory limb,
But never drink your bath, dear.”
(C J Dennis)
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