The Three Bares Analysis

Songs of a Sun-LoverMa tried to wash her garden slacks but couldn't get 'em clean

And so she thought she'd soak 'em in a bucket o' benzine.

It worked all right. She wrung 'em out then wondered what she'd do

With all that bucket load of high explosive residue.

She knew that it was dangerous to scatter it around,

For Grandpa liked to throw his lighted matches on the ground.

Somehow she didn't dare to pour it down the kitchen sink,And what the heck to do with it, poor Ma jest couldn't think.Then Nature seemed to give the clue, as down the garden lot

She spied the edifice that graced a solitary spot,Their Palace of Necessity, the family joy and pride,

Enshrined in morning-glory vine, with graded seats inside;

Jest like that cabin Goldylocks found occupied by three,

But in this case B-E-A-R was spelt B-A-R-E----

A tiny seat for Baby Bare, a medium for Ma,

A full-sized section sacred to the Bare of Grandpapa.Well, Ma was mighty glad to get that worry off her mind,

And hefting up the bucket so combustibly inclined,

She hurried down the garden to that refuge so discreet,

And dumped the liquid menace safely through the

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