RHYME Poetry: Jumping in Muddy Puddles, by Leonard Eckhaus

Momma had ten children
She sent them out to play
At the end of what had been
A long and rainy day

Looking out the window
The sky looked kind of ruddy
So, she called out the door
“Stay dry, and don’t get muddy”

As soon as they got out the door
They ran across the street
But with every step they took
More mud got on their feet

They said, Momma’s going to be so mad
I think that we’re in trouble”
And that is when they spoted it…
A great big muddy puddle

They looked at each other
Then they began to run
To jump in muddy puddles
Seemed like such-great-fun!

All ten reached the puddles
All ten jumped right in
And then one fell down
And landed on his chin

And now they numbered nine
All having a great �me
Jumping up and down
Turning round and round

And then another fell
And was covered up in mud
And she knew when she got home
She would end up in the tub

Then all the rest of them
One-by-one, fell down
Landing in the mud
Their clothes all turning brown

And although they were afraid
Of what their momma would say
They knew they had to go home
And face her anyway

When they finally did get home
And knocked on the door
Momma looked out the window
And couldn’t believe what she saw

All ten of her children
Filthy as can be
Standing in the yard
Where all the neighbors could see

So Momma let them in
One at a time
While she tried to scrub off
All the dirt and all the grime

“I hope you’ve learned your lesson”
They heard their mama say
Now you can go back outside
But-find-somewhere-else-to-play!