The Little Mud Man

Once upon a time in a far away place
There lived a small creature with mud on his face

He set out on a journey to find a clean brook
To wash off the mud and take a good look

He walked up a hill...through a forest of trees
And stopped only once under a hive of busy bees

They buzzed all around him, then off they went
For he had not the smell of flowery scent

The forest of green, had creatures abound
He made friends with a deer, a skunk and a hound

They walked with him, and talked with him, and made him feel safe
The brook, they did tell him, was in a far away place

As darkness approached, the moon lit his way
The creature was tired, for he'd walked all the day

He laid on some leaves and made not a peep
Closing his eyes, he went quickly to sleep

He woke in the morning with mud on his face
He ate a little something, then quickened his pace

His journey's end was now less than a mile
He approached it with glee, his face wore a smile

The ripples of water, over rocks it did flow
With fishes, and frogs, and creatures below

He stepped in the water and washed off the mud
Then slipped on a rock and fell with a thud

He saw his clean face mirrored in the small brook
He looked like a creature he once saw in a book

He’d found a new home, so he'd stay and meander
The little mud man is now...a proud Salamander