A way that he could remove the goo. He called for a shrew, And as if on cue, The shrew came and said, What's wrong with you? Do you seriously think I'd lick off some goo? So the shrew left, and the dog thought of something new. He called for a gnu, From the land of Peru, Who took one look at the view, And said, Achoo! For the Gnu was allergic to the goo. Out of ideas and feeling more blue, He thought and thought but didn't know what to do. Then the dog, what to do, he knew.

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