Big Feet

Big Feet

Wet mud squirting up through my toes,
Splashing the puddle up to my nose

Huge Feet

Standing on one foot, posed like a tree.
Nobody balances better than me

Fleet Feet

Muddy footprints across the kitchen floor
Here comes Mom, and I’m out the door

Giant Feet

Stepping so wide and striding so tall,
Ants and bugs, I can smash `em all.

Super Feet

I am the queen of the skippers and the trippers,
So who needs those tiny glass slippers?

My Feet

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