Me and my dog shadows
Ran across the meadows.
We stepped in every puddle,
And left it quite a big muddle.
Then we made a mud pie,
A real beauty, no lie.
A squirrel stopped to see,
Then scampered up a tree.
We rolled down a hill,
Covered with daffodil.
My clothes were in a mess,
Not nice, I must confess.
Time for us to go home.
What will I tell my mom?
Did we both trip and fall,
Or should I tell her all?