• There once was a girl named Suzy Q.,
    When she’d walk by we’d shout, “P you!”
    She thought we were very mean,
    Even though she was not clean,

    You could smell her from miles away,
    And if you asked her she would say,
    “I hate baths and showers, so?”
    To her is where the flies would go,

    Then, one day we tricked Miss Q.
    Oh come on, you’d do it too,
    We tricked her into taking bath,
    And we didn’t even have to feel her wrath,

    For she enjoyed it and exclaimed with a smile,
    “I haven’t done that in quite a long while,”
    Now she is clean
    And clean is keen,
    With smells of good old tangerine.