The saga of Olga and the tub ...
Remember when we were kids and how we loved to sing those silly, sometimes off-color songs? The ones like “Be kind to your web footed friends, ‘cuz a duck may be somebody’s mother”.
Or how about “Do your ears hang low?” which changed to the very risqué “Do your boobs hang low?” when we were out of hearing distance from our parents?
There were hundreds of them, as I recall, but there is one song in particular that fascinated me. My sister Nancy introduced us to it and she would belt it out with gusto. There’s no particular tune attached. You just kind of sing and act it out at the same time.
I have never found anyone who has heard of this song so I will write it out for you here and see if it jogs anyone’s memory. It is the “Saga of Olga”.
Olga, where are you going?
“Upstairs to take a bath”.
Olga...with legs like toothpicks,
And a neck like a big giraffe
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da…
Olga stepped in the bathtub.
Someone pulled out the plug.
Oh my goodness, oh my soul,
There goes Olga down the hole…
Glug, glug, glug