My Daddy smells like tobacco and books,
—Mother, like lavender and listerine;
Uncle John carries a whiff of cigars,
—Nannie smells starchy and soapy and clean.

Shandy, my dog, has a smell of his own
—(When he's been out in the rain he smells most);
But Katie, the cook, is more splendid than all—
—She smells exactly like hot buttered toast!