Oh, pungent liquid of yellow hue,
That flows from out the body's core,
Thou art both foul and useful too,
A thing we must both praise and deplore.
For when the bladder's full to burst,
And one must needs relieve oneself,
'Tis thou, oh urine, who quenches thirst,
And grants us sweet relief, no wealth nor pelf.
Yet in the streets and alleys vile,
Thou art oft times a stain unclean,
A mark of shame, a stench most vile,
A thing abhorred, a sight obscene.
So let us cherish thee for what thou art,
And keep thee hidden, lest we lose all heart.