Woe is me
I am only three
and look what I have done
I sat down in the mud
now look out
here comes Mum
She will be very angry
I'm now in such a mess
If I cry
She may just sigh
It's worth a try I guess
'Oh no! ' says Mum
and grabs me
from out the patch of mud
she puts me in a
hot bath
with a heavy thud
'Ouch' I cry
its too hot
so Mummy yanks me out
She makes me stand there
full of mud
as she lets the hot run out
So I guess I will
be clean again
when the water cools
this Mud and me must
part now cos those
are mummy's rules
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