The toes of my feet make my life so complete.
Not the hairs of my head nor my nose so neat.
I have ten little darlings to wallow in mud,
to wiggle and scream when upon them they're trud.
And what would I do without all ten of my toes?
Would I walk like a pigeon or caw like a crow?
Oh woe is me if ever I lose the ten little piggies I hide in my shoes.
(I thought it was high time I introduced you savages to some real literature. [You should be thankful I didn't post "There's a Bagel in My Backpack."] That, and I had to post something or you would email me and complain.)
Not the hairs of my head nor my nose so neat.
I have ten little darlings to wallow in mud,
to wiggle and scream when upon them they're trud.
And what would I do without all ten of my toes?
Would I walk like a pigeon or caw like a crow?
Oh woe is me if ever I lose the ten little piggies I hide in my shoes.
(I thought it was high time I introduced you savages to some real literature. [You should be thankful I didn't post "There's a Bagel in My Backpack."] That, and I had to post something or you would email me and complain.)
is that your feet? nahhhhh! lovely tattoo though!
ReplyDeletei don't know why it said anonymous. that was from winnie
ReplyDeleteI soooooooooooooo remember this poem from Dr. V.'s class--and I also remember "There's a Bagel in my Backpack." I was shocked at how much I remembered of this poem--when I can barely tell you what I had for lunch, lol. Love you!
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