• clean and dry,
    And i go out To play around
    till i fall in a puddle,
    To the mud i am bound
    sticky
    Dirty
    and black against my skin.
    I Feel like i'm blushing,
    but no one can know,
    till a boy comes over,
    with no shirt,
    and a bow.
    "What are you doing my fair maden?"
    "Im cetching gravity as you see i'm a' faden'!"
    He holds my hand and draws me close,
    and i feel i have falled, till he begins to boast!
    "Your wet as a pig, and a fine one indeed!"
    then i kick him in the shien till he falls to his knees.
    "okay dear muddy love!I see your hits like a bad bull
    and your dress is still muddy and dull!"