A Week of Mummy Dances
A Week of
Blue, green, yellow, red.
Turning, turning, round and round.
Paper flying above Mummy’s head.
Paper flying to the ground.
Squish, ooze the colours pop.
“Make a rainbow, Mummy giggles.
As the paint goes slip, slop.
As her fingers wiggle and sqiggle.
Clang, clang the pot lids chat, While the pans say rat-a-tat-tat.
La-la-lah Mummy sings, As the phone goes ring, ring.
Run, chase, laugh, race, Tickling, wiggling, giggling… yawn.
A smile on Mummy’s face.
Resting quietly on the lawn.
Heel, toe, dosey doe,
Clapping high, stomping low, Grab your teddy, don’t let go!
Mummy’s quick, teddy’s slow.
Bang, bang, rap, rap,
Ouch, hot! Mummy rumbles, The cutlery’s dancing on my lap.
As she prepares the apple crumble.
Listen now, hush, hush.
Sit down Mummy, there’s no rush.