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The Joy of Mud

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The white snow has gone,

leaving behind a muddy ground.

There I go,

running round and round,

while my furry paws,

pick up all the mud.

Inside I come,

just like mama said,

then she shakes her head

she tries to catch me,

yes, she does,

but I am faster and I lick my own paws,

before I lay down,

to sleep once more,

leaving mama with a frown.

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