Our Bandy-wandy's hardly a pup
Yet the bathtub still gets his dander up.
He barks and cries and shakes and fusses
And eased into the water, cusses.
Bandy's greatest fear's the tub--
He thinks the water means glub-glub,
And yet when we walk him in the park
He seeks out one thing like a narc.
That's the remnant of last night's rain,
Which he considers his own domain.
But why he does sure makes for a muddle--
What's the attraction of a dirty puddle?
Four paws riotously romping
For Bandy beats Las Vegas comping.
