Rubber ducky, you’re the one
You make bathtime lots of fun
Rubber ducky I’m awfully fond of you
Boop boop boop be doo
Rubber ducky, joy of joys
When I squeeze you, you make noise
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.