There were people smaller and taller;
a wheeled pram holding a bawler.
Though Drench meant no offense,
Water began to condense,
At the bark of the furry crawler.
Big bots found Drench's puddles icky.
How could people be any less picky?
Drench was afraid to stay,
So he turned away,
While the dog went lick, licky, licky.