When I wake up my sleepy head <br />I've got my trousers on in bed <br />I'm first at the breakfast table <br />hair a mess and clothes dishevelled <br />eat my cornflakes and fly <br />but always kiss my mum goodbye <br />so she'll tidy up my room <br />where all around the toys are strewn <br /> <br />Leave the door upon the latch <br />so I can sneak back in and snatch <br />the biscuits from the biscuit tin <br />an apple, pear or mandarin, <br />In my pocket squashed in half <br />is a Mars bar that will last <br />and keep me going through the day <br />so I can stay outside and play <br /> <br />Muddy wellies in the rain <br />playing marbles in a drain <br />games of football in the park <br />staying out till after dark <br />on my bike out for a run <br />with my mates I'll have some fun <br />knock on doors and run away <br />or writing down car number plates <br /> <br />Build a campfire in the woods <br />be a cowboy, Robin Hood <br />with a band of merry men <br />make a tree hut for a den <br /> <br />I was unique I thought one day <br />until I heard my father say <br />when I was young it was the same <br />muddy wellies in the rain.<br /><br />Charles M. Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/muddy-wellies-in-the-rain/
