After a bath, I try, try, try
To wipe myself 'till I'm dry, dry, dry.
Hands to wipe, and fingers and toes,
And two legs and a shiny nose.
Just think how much less time I'd take
If I were a dog, and could shake, shake, shake!
I decided to have a bit of fun with this poem!
Here I have my little jungle fella Jake having a bath in a stream side only to be rained on after drying off.
Poem (c) Aileen Fisher