Well, here we are in the mud
We tried to climb out with a thud
We’re down in the middle
Of more than a puddle
This climbing is silly.
This mud’s got me giddy.
Are you sure you don’t need a big poke?
A poke not a prod
I’m no silly sod
I can see that this mess
Is more than useless
I mean a big tickle
I’m not being fickle
Laugh if you like
I can’t help but giggle!
Mud is not meant
To mean that we mope
I hope that you don’t
Stop meaning to mop
All work and no play
Means the doctor must stay
I won’t stop you laughing
You silly old halfling
But please, don’t tease
And mind your mess
I mind the mud
And miss my mind
We need to be kind
And find a way out
Of the mess and the mud
Without the big thud
