With fancy lotions,
and sweet-smelling potions,
with glorious bubbles big,
enough to contain a pig,
with fizzes and pops,
the sharp scent of lemon drops,
with technicolour swirls,
and delicate pearls,
follow the threadbare path,
to the Golden Glory Bath.
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