Look in your mouth and each tooth is a jewel,
White precious stones that crush food to refuel.
Brush them and polish them, treat them with care
And be the brightest smile millionaire.
Mama Grace
Category: Bards for Health and Hygiene
Picking Green Crust
I’m forever picking bogies out of your nose,
I don’t even know how you would make all of those.
So give me a break, let me get the green crust out.
It’s harder when you wave your arms and head about.
I’m only getting them to make room for more,
Believe me, I’d rather they just fall to the floor.
Just one of many gross things to do till you’re able,
It would be nice if you could keep your head stable.
Mama Grace
You verses loo
We wash our hands after we’ve been to the loo,
Else we’d get sick with a runny number two.
Our stomach would painfully churn with our food,
Be consumed with noises and smells that our crude.
If we take time now to wash the dirt away,
We can save the loo germs from ruining our play.
Mama Grace
The bin of wee-pooh
It’s best not to touch the bin of wee-pooh;
It’s not a plaything, it’s a baby loo.
You have plenty of actual toys to hand.
Why you would want to, I don’t understand.
It’s full of nappies that were on your bum.
After playing with those, you would be glum.
Playing with actual toys, that would be best.
Look at the toys you have. Wow! You’re blessed.
Mama Grace
Baby Manicure
You my dear need a manicure.
Look at that face, it must be sore.
Can you see what your nails have done?
Look after your face, you’ve only one.
We’ll cut and file them, make them neat.
Kiss each finger, a little treat.
Mama Grace
Try not to put your hand in your own pooh.
Try not to put your hand in your own pooh,
It means an intensive clean if you do.
I mean have you seen this smelly brown stuff?
Even the pong for animals is enough.
A dog doesn’t put his paw in his pooh,
He’d then scratch his fur and smell of the loo.
Who would come near you if you did the same?
You couldn’t play and that would be a shame.
The lion would never use his claw,
If he put that in his mouth, he wouldn’t roar.
Why that smelly brown stuff would make him sick.
The king of the jungle isn’t thick.
Even the timid mouse won’t touch his pooh,
If he does, when he eats, what will he do?
Eek, how would he put his paw in his food?
He’d go hungry and be in a bad mood.
The bunny rabbit won’t hop into it,
He knows he would then sit and smell of it.
Wherever he sits it would smell the same,
Moving pooh around is not a good aim.
Mama Grace
Oh my, you have done a pooh
Oh my, you have done a pooh.
You know what mummy must do.
Who wants to sit in smelly goo?
I don’t want to smell it, do you?
Try not to wriggle little one
Careful, you’ll end up in the pong.
That’s it, let mummy hold your feet
Then we can keep you and me neat.
Mama Grace
Bogie Case
Oh dear, what’s that in your nose? It’s green!
Why won’t you let us give it a clean?
That’s the grossest thing I’ve ever seen.
Why would you rub it over your face?
Please, this tissue is a nicer place.
We’ll make this its home, a bogie case.
Mama Grace
