In douche, and spray, and sleet,
And still, with a voice I shall never forget,
He sang the song of the sheet.
"Drip, drip, drip,
Dashing, and splashing, and dipping;
And drip, drip, drip,
Till your fat all melts to dripping.
It's oh, for dry deserts afar,
Or let me rather endure
Curing with salt in a family jar,