THE MAN IN THE TUB.

ome here, little folks, while I rub and I rub! O, there once was a man who lived in a tub, In a classical town far over the seas; The name of this fellow was Diogenes. And this is the story: it happened one day That a wonderful king came riding that way; Said he, to the man in the tub, "How d'ye do? I'm Great Alexander; now, pray, who are you?" O, yes, to be clean you must rub, you must rub! Though he lived and he slept and ate in a tub, This singular man, in towns where he halted, History tells us was greatly exalted. He rose in his tub: "I am Diogenes." "Dear me," quoth the king, who'd been over the seas, "I've heard of you often; now, what can I do To aid such a wise individual as you?" Could one expect manners, I ask, as I rub, From a man quite content to live in a tub? "Get out of my sunlight," growled Diogenes To this affable king who'd been o'er the seas.