Jennie, here's one of those Victorian melodramas -

DAHN THE PLUG'OLE

A mother was bathing her baby one night
The youngest of ten, a poor little mite
The mother was fat and the baby was thin
'Twas nowt but a skellington wrapped up in skin.

The mother turned round for the soap from the rack
She weren't gone a minute, but when she got back
The baby was gone, and in anguish she cried
'Oh, where is my baby', the angels replied

Your baby has gone down the plug'ole
Your baby has gone down the plug
The poor little thing was so skinny and thin
He should have been bathed in a jug

Your baby is perfickly happy
He won't need no bathing no more
He's working his way through the sewers
Not lost, just gone before.