I was rolling in the grass,
And then I started itchin'.
So, I ran into the house
Where Mom was in the kitchen.
I said, "Momma, stop this itchin' please.
It feels like I've been bit by fleas.
I'm itchin' itchin', on my knees.
I'm itchin', underneath my sleeves.
I'm itchin' all across my back;
My front, my limbs, under attack;
My face, my neck, my hands and feet,
I'm even itchin' on my seat!
My Momma said, "Come here dear.
I'll make that itchin' disappear.
She sat me in this tub of mud;
Told me to chew a piece of cud.
Although the itch
Has gone away.
In this cool mud,
I think I'll stay!
©2000
by by R. Renée Bembry
MyStoriesAndPoems.com
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