Deodorants there are quite a few,
In vivid colors red and blue,
But few a man has ever seen,
The tiny letters etched in green:
"Mountain Fresh from mountain oak",
A smell that words fail to evoke.
To use it on my underarm,
Adds scent to my existing charm;
To use it on my armpit skin,
Almost seems a wasteful sin.
For it is mine and stands alone,
My final bar of Max Cologne.