I've gotta house mop, that's because
I own pee-prone pals with paws.
One's a Chihuahua, makes lots of noise.
Fall in a dribble, dump. . .don't rejoice.

No, no no! You mustn't go,
No, no, no, go with the flo-ow.

I've gotta house mop--drip, drip, drip,
Or on Chihuahua agua I'll slip.

Irked, I am mopping a tinkle well--
Not enchanting. What a smell!
Then I am bawling; tears flood my eyes.
The uric acid fumes prompt my cries.

Oh, oh, oh, ghastly aro-
ma; flow, flow, see my nose flo-ow.

I gotta snout mop, drip, drip, drip,
Or on a chin-dripped stream I might slip.

Rex the cat's stalking a place to spill
All his pee; my Bokhara he'll fill.
On my Karistan he'll disgorge snack
That went in the front but slipped out the back.

No, no, no. . .can't take no mo'!
So, so, so, they've gotta go-o!

I'll have a mouth sop--lipped tidbit.
They'll taste like chicken, cooked on the spit.