When your Aunty says 'Don't let her jump in the mud pool'
There can be only one outcome (it's just the rule)
Amber and I went off on a walk through the forest
She bounded through the flora with the nose of a florist
The next minute she's covered from ear to tail
In the mud from the pool hidden just off the trail
And thus I returned to a dumbfounded Aunty
With a brown golden retriever, tongue wagging with glee