Dinky (Theodore Roethke)

Suppose you walk out in a storm
With nothing on to keep you warm
And then step barefoot on a worm
Of course it’s Dirty Dinky

As I was crossing a hot, hot plain
I saw a sight that caused me pain
You asked me before, I‘l tell you again
It looked like Dirty Dinky

Last night I lay -- a-sleeping? No!
The room was thirty-five below
The sheets and blankets turned to snow
He’d got in: Dirty Dinky

You’d better watch the things you do
You’d better watch the things you do
You’re part of him, he’s part of you
You may be Dirty Dinky

Oh, what’s the weather in a beard
It’s windy there and rather wierd
And when you think the sky has cleared
Why, there is Dirty Dinky