My mother had us memorize a lot of poetry when we were growing up. This is one of my favorites that I thought of today while I watched my sweet boy playing in the mud.
Mud is very nice to feel
all squishy squashy between the toes.
I'd rather step in wiggly mud
than smell a yellow rose.
than smell a yellow rose.
Nobody else but the rosebush knows
how nice mud feels between the toes.
2 comments:
Of all the poems to remember.... I'd think you'd remember one of the ones you worked on for ages. Of course, I remember the one from the phonics book, and I don't think that was my hardest one.
I still like to play in the mud!!!
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