What a dud!
They make you unclean,
Then your mom turns mean.
You know about dirt,
That gets on your shirt,
And messes up your
pants,
So your mother raves and rants.
You know about mud,
That ugly brown crud,
That gets on your
shoes,
So your mother yells at you.
There's dirt and mud,
Wherever I roam.
I'm sorry mom,
But it follows
me home.
