I follow young mums as a rule,
Round 8, when it's still fairly cool,
And not yet grown muggy;
With babe in a buggy,
And older kid walking to school.

The babe throws out one of its toys,
Mum bends down to fetch it, what joys!
I oft get a view
Of a nice cheek or two,
It's time for my favourite ploys...

I've ice cubes concealed in my clothes,
I hold 'em - and get kinda froze,
But then I can grope,
In the sure certain hope,
That she'll think that it's just my dog's nose.

The dog's getting somewhat confused,
As by some strange gals he's abused,
But each day with Fido,
That same journey I go,
'Cos most of those gals are amused.

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