(Verse 1) In a town where the cobblestone streets lead to the square, Lived a girl named Lyra, with hair like golden flax and eyes so rare. Her clothes were dirty, her feet were bare, But she had a secret, oh so hard to bear. (Chorus) Oh, give her an honor to us all, In this charming little tale so small. For Lyra needs a bath, yes indeed, But she's ever so shy, a bashful little seed. (Verse 2) The old women saw, with a knowing smile, This girl in need of a little while, In the warm, bubbly tub, they'd scrub her so clean, But first, they'd have to tackle the queen of the scene. (Verse 3)