This is a poem about bringing up children, and dancing.
When Iwas a wee lad,
I learned how to dance.
I learned all the moves,
With poop in my pants.
That is how dancing was begun.
It says in the Bible.
We are supposed to have fun,
If we are able.
But when I found a boogie on my clothes,
Mother said to keep my nose clean.
So, I picked my nose.
And I thought she was mean,
When I picked up the habit,
And somehow it shows,
But I don’t have a boogie in my nose.
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