I'm the cross mother
Telling you not
To jump
In puddles again
Even if it's
The
Funnest
Thing
Ever
I'm still lookin' at you
In your best shoes
As you squelch through
Sticky mud
But I'll make you sticky
Toffee pudding
If you're
Really
Really
Good
But as your mother
You know
I'll make it anyway
Better still
I'll let you help
And
Give
You
The
Bowl
Afterwards
The best part
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