Wet mud squirting up through my toes,
Splashing the puddle up to my nose
Standing on one foot, posed like a tree.
Nobody balances better than me
Muddy footprints across the kitchen floor
Here comes Mom, and I’m out the door
Stepping so wide and striding so tall,
Ants and bugs, I can smash `em all.
I am the queen of the skippers and the trippers,
So who needs those tiny glass slippers?