It’s best not to touch the bin of wee-pooh;
It’s not a plaything, it’s a baby loo.
Poems for Children by Mama Grace
Month: March 2017
You’ll have fun on your bum.
I’ll be a happy mum.
Sleep in the morning, sleep in the noon,
sleep in the evening, don’t wake up too soon.
We’ll cut and file them, make them neat.
Kiss each finger, a little treat.
Try not to put your hand in your own pooh,
It means an intensive clean if you do.
That’s it, let mummy hold your feet
Then we can keep you and me neat.