#36
Frollie, the Licker
I lick his leather briefcase,
I lick the hardwood floor;
I lick the hand that feeds me,
It’s licking I adore!
I lick the Sunday paper,
I lick the bathroom door;
I always lick my furry feet,
It’s licking I adore!
I lick until the flavor’s gone,
And then I lick some more;
My eyes roll back into my head—
It’s licking I adore!