His tongue stuck out , always at the ready,
To lick anything he sees, even me.
His mouth is full, of the dogs black fur;
Yet still he refuses, to concur,
That licking everything, isn’t a good idea.
Everyone tells him, he will wear out his tongue,
But he doesn’t listen, to his parents harangue.
Today, to his very great dismay,
A big hole appeared, was it going to stay?
To the doctors he was urgently hurried,
The tongue stitched, and bandaged;
But he was really very worried;
As perhaps he may lose it, after all,
And being laughed at, wasn’t funny at all.
Of course in time, his tongue did heal up,
So he could use a fork, and drink from a cup.