Slimy mud is great where the river flows.
It oozes up between my toes.
I walk so gently, like a cat,
but, Oops, SPLAT!
I don't like that!
This poem started off our new book last week, Mrs. Wishy Washy. We had a lot of fun reading and reenacting it. The farm animals certainly enjoyed the mud, but Mrs. Wishy Washy liked things neat and clean.
Check out some of the royal subjects getting into their parts!