And put plenty of soap on his curly tail!
Thus, in the midst of a beautiful run,
My tale is begun, my tale is begun!
Like a man after lodgings, who's got a first floor,
You're down on your belly, you country boor;
And his tail has given your fingers more
Soap than they've seen for a year before;
Good little tail, sleek, greasy, and lean,
Trying the villagers' hands to clean;
And see how they flounder, and see how they fail,