When We Were Wee

If you were me

and I were you
and we were very wee
we’d float across a bubble bath
pretend it was the sea.

You upon your rubber toad
and me my yellow duck
and every time a bubble popped
pretend we’d run amok.

My eyes were yours
and yours were mine
we never disagreed
cause you were looking at yourself
while I was seeing me.

We sailed until
at last we came
upon a vast commode
and as you quit the yellow duck
I disembarked the toad.

"Ahoy, ahoy!" I heard me cry
it echoed cross the loo
the voice returned and stranger yet
reminding me of you.

But all good tales
and bubble baths
should end ironically
thus I am I, and you are you
but we’ll be always wee.