The boats that sail in Nancy’s fleet
Are such as never sailed the sea. Content they lie in Bathtub Bay
(An island there, is Nancy’s knee).
The sponge becomes a fishing smack,
The cake of soap, a small canoe,
The bathbrush is a battleship
That sails so proudly on the blue.
There’s lots of fun in Bathtub Bay;
So Nancy plays there every day.