Dry hands dry hands you give my face a glower.
Dry hands dry hands you feel full of flour.
The problem is with the foodsafety biz
is I wash my hands every hour.
Between that and the dishes it leaves me with wishes
that hydration was My superpower.
Dry hands dry hands those pots I had to scour
Have shrivelled my hands
But at least now those pans
Are all in a lovely clean tower.
Dry hands dry hands
there’s a simple enough solution
dry hands dry hands
It helps with your skin’s constitution
Lotion up, buttercup
When you have the time
Oh wait that’s funny, my dear honey,
‘Cause idle hands is a crime.
For to lotion a hand means to pause and to stand
And to cover that hand with slime.
So though soft hands are nice
I’ll get back to the rice
And keep on thinking in rhyme.