'Time, like an ever-rolling stream, bears all its sons away

They fly, forgotten, as a dream dies at the opening day'

Rub-a-dub-dub

It's time for a scrub

So through clouds of steam

To a cracked and faded cream bath-tub

Wanders frail Aphrodite

So pale, pink and white

She is naked as sin

Wearing nothing but a grin

And the pin in her hair

Will she be drowned?

Found with her hair tied behind

Shoulders back and head inclined

To the sound of music playing above

Bathing her in love

The darkness and fear will disappear like the soap

When she opens her eyes

She throws back the dormer windows

Morning light shows

Ophelia raised from her watery grave

In a brave new world