(I'm not dead.)

Marry had a little seal.
His seal skin was a wet and slippery as lube.
And everywhere that Mary went,
The seal was sure to go.

He followed her to school one day,
Which was against the rule,
It made the children laugh and play
To see a seal at school.

And so the teacher turned it out,
But still it lingered near,
And waited patiently about,
Till Mary did appear.

"Why does the seal love Mary so?"
The eager children cry.
"Why, Mary loves the seal, you know."
The teacher did reply.