That’s a dirty dog ball,
please don’t pick it up!
Lord only knows what kind of germs
might reside in that pup.
No, no, no, my son,
don’t get that near your face!
You’ll get some strange dog disease
impossible to trace.
Oh, my God, did I just see you
lick that with your tongue?
You’ll wind up in the E.R.
inside an iron lung.
Maybe you are right; it can’t be
any worse than paste.
Pass that dog ball over here
and let me have a taste.