Rubber ducky, you’re the one 

(squeak squeak)

You make bathtime lots of fun

(squeak squeak)

Rubber ducky I’m awfully fond of you

Boop boop boop be doo

Rubber ducky, joy of joys

(squeak squeak)

When I squeeze you, you make noise 

(squeak squeak)

You’re my very best friend it’s true

As a child, Mama Guidolini got my little sister and I  a rubber shark for bath time. It would suck up and squirt out bath water, so it was constant source of tug-of-wars, delightful squeals, and (of course) soaking wet tile floors. 

Since then, the idea of bath toys continues to delight me. I’m 25 years old and I still have 6 rubber duckies in my bathroom (and another on my Christmas tree). 

Today in London, a 50 foot tall rubber ducky was floated down the Thames River as an advertisement for a gaming company. 

I’m pretty sure if I’d been in London I would have jumped out my chair (where I was having tea with Duchess Katherine, of course) and plunged into the Thames and squeaked all up on the ducky. 

Quack.