by Karla Kuskin
Yesterday I skipped all day,
The day before I ran,
Today I'm going to tiptoe
Everywhere I can.
I'll tiptoe down the stairway.
I'll tiptoe to through the door.
I'll tiptoe to the living room
And give a awful roar
And my father, who is reading,
Will jump up from his chair
And mumble something silly like
"I didn't see you there."
I'll tiptoe to my mother
And give a little cough
And when she spins to see me
Why, I'll softly tiptoe off.
I'll tiptoe through the meadows,
Over hills and yellow sands
And when my toes get tired
Then I'll tiptoe on my hands.
from The Bill Martin Jr Big Book of Poetry edited by Bill Martin Jr with Michael Sampson, 2008, Simon & Schuster
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