Mud Puddles

    “Mud Puddles,” Friend, June 1986, 27

    Mud Puddles

    I keep an eye upon the sky,

    And when dark clouds come scudding,

    I rush to put on rubber boots

    And run out to go mudding.

    I love to walk in puddles

    And wander in the rain.

    Mum says, “That’s all you think about;

    You’ve puddles on the brain.

    “Yet, you don’t care for bathtubs;

    You’ve no time for indoor showers.

    But outside in the puddles

    You stay for hours and hours.”

    My mum just doesn’t understand;

    And it’s so hard to explain

    That water in the bathtub

    Is just water down the drain!