Auntie Ellen found her poodle—
Mercy! Goodness sake!—
Playing with the mully-wumps
Down along the lake.
And when she called him tenderly
He didn’t want to come;
It took her over half an hour
To get the rascal home.
She washed him well with shaving-soap,
Pumice stone and lye,
She showered him and she scoured him
And she hung him up to dry.
And now he sits there quite serene,
The sweetest poodle ever seen.
Leroy F. Jackson
