When I woke, my feet were clean,
Spotless with a sparkling sheen.
First things first, I put on socks,
Then my shoes to walk on rocks.
Shoes are great for tricky jumps
Over puddles, logs, or stumps.
Once I laid them on the floor,
Off I went, out the door.
Just before I reached the grass,
Down came raindrops falling fast.
They weren't cold, I didn't mind.
Warm rain is my favorite kind.
Hitting dirt, it mished and moshed.
Pretty soon it splished and sploshed.
The ground was wet and getting wetter.
Dirt is nice, but mud is better.
'Cause nothing ever will compete
With hopping round on muddy feet.
I like grass between my toes
Even though it stains my clothes.
I like sand from on the beach.
It gets in places hard to reach.
With leaves, I like them by the pile.
Never fails to make me smile.
But nothing's even half as sweet
As hopping round with muddy feet.
So that is why my shoes came off
And that is why I caught a cough.
All stuffed up and feeling ill,
I wonder if my mother will
Clean the dirt that's on my sheet
From laying here with muddy feet.