Fuzzy, S Enclave Poem by ERNEST CLARY

Everyday when I take a bath
lo and behold
fuzz in my naval I hath
In the cold
it always keeps my button warm
through the coldest storm
over the years do the math
enough to make a quilt
would I hath
colored as a kilt
one day I seen no fuzz
searched the tub
and there it was
like a cub
its always there in my nave'
like a cub in a cave
how it gets there I havent a hint
looks like fibres and balls of lint
using my naval for a tent
as sure as the hair on my chest
I do declare
like a bird in a nest
its always there
getting some rest
without a care
get the jest?