I made a promise to my better half,
that I would give our old hound dog a bath.
I drew the water which made lots of foam;
that’s when our hound dog decided to roam.
So I went after him, soap on my shirt;
when I caught up, he was sprawled in the dirt.
I picked him up--it was hard on my back;
then I walked back with my old hound dog Mack.
Mack and the bath were the stage for some wrath;
someone walked by and they let go a laugh.
Mack settled down like a water-logged log;
I was determined to lather my dog.
I washed and rinsed--he gave me those eyes;
the eyes of a hound are pitiful sighs.
He jumped from the tub with soaking wet paws;
he slipped through my hands, wet tracking his cause.
I gave our dog Mack a bath for my spouse,
but he dripped water all throughout the house.
I kept a promise in spite of a growl,
yet now there’s another--hand me a towel.
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