How can soap be
A thought you think endlessly
For all good things are clean
Even human folly
Squeaky clean and bubbly
And when a Goddess comes
You give her dove
Then you are in fancy love
In a perfumed palace
As on a platform
You turn to stone
Better to have used oil
Olive oil
Or gave her furs
Or rat could relax on the rafters
No more scandals
Not with true cleaning power
Zest!
A thought you think endlessly
For all good things are clean
Even human folly
Squeaky clean and bubbly
And when a Goddess comes
You give her dove
Then you are in fancy love
In a perfumed palace
As on a platform
You turn to stone
Better to have used oil
Olive oil
Or gave her furs
Or rat could relax on the rafters
No more scandals
Not with true cleaning power
Zest!