Smudged Angel

Do you think I’d let you go to town
With such a dirty face?
How do you dare to run and hide
And make me a disgrace?
Why should water make you run?
I know it isn’t fear;
You walked through seven puddles
Before I called you, Dear.

Aha! At last I’ve conquered you.

It really was a race.

For ten minutes I’ve an angel
Without a dirty face.