The song of a well-mannered dog

I am a simple HOUND DOG

Of the noble BEAGLE race; 

Most delighted, sir, to greet you, 

To meet you in this place; 

So pray, sir, let us parley,

We are friends, sir, be my guest; 

But ere we have our parting, 

I have a small request. 

O may I sniff your bum, sir, 

May I sniff your bum? 

O the tincture of your sphincter 

Smells oh so very yum; 

With your anal glands inviting

Could my joy be ever done? 

So may I sniff your bum, sir, 

May I sniff your bum? 

Such a fine and floral fragrance 

Is the bouquet of your wee, 

That if I could have a snuffle, 

It would mean so much to me; 

I would savour such a favour,

In your perfume rich and true - 

And fair is fair, to share is care, 

I'd let you do it too. 

So may I sniff your bum, sir, 

May I sniff your bum? 

O the tincture of your sphincter 

Smells oh so very yum; 

With your anal glands inviting

Could my joy be ever done? 

So may I sniff your bum, sir, 

May I sniff your bum?