LIFT YOUR SNOOT AND GRAB
ONE BOOT

 

There once was a woman named Poo,
Who loved when the summer winds blew.
One day she was squawking,
"I can’t go a’ walking,"
I only have one boot, not two.

 

She wanted so much to go out,
At long last she started to shout.,
She tooted a cheer,
"I’ve got an idea,
It will work-- of that, there’s no doubt."

 

She stood on her hands and her nose,
And up in the air went her toes.
She wobbled and shook,
And fell in a brook,
She was soaked to the bone I suppose.

 

"I 'll go to my home," Miss Poo  said.
Dry out in my comfortable bed.
On top of the sheet,
 And a pillow that's neat,
It’s the best place to lay my poor head."

Then after an hour she cried,
"I don’t feel, at all, satisfied."
She jumped from her  bed,
Put a hat on her head,
"I 'll try a new plan," Miss Poo sighed.

 

Going out for this lady was fun.
So she looked at her foot, just at one.
With a howl and a hoot,
She grabbed her one boot,
Then she hopped in the bright morning sun.

 

MORAL:

MAKE GOOD USE OF WHATEVER
YOU HAVE

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