Fingers And Toes Poem by Francie Lynch

Whose toes are these,
I'm sure you know,
Curled and peeking out below,
Beneath their nose,
Under lips,
Lower than their waist and hips;
Past their knees and their shins-
Toes they'll use to count to ten.
Better yet,
With our twins,
They'll count to twenty to begin,
Then move to forty without linger,
Counting on each other's fingers.
Toes and fingers, fingers and toes,
Twenty wee wigglers they've come to know,
With twenty strong fingers to catch and throw.
For now we'll rhyme toes off to market,
And play Pat-a-Cake
With Ophelia and Brigid.