Don't fight with Momma

a children's poem

Crusty the Crocodile
It's time to take a bath
But I don't want to, he fussed
I'll take another path

But you'll make a smell
That will be hard to take
A bath will fix you up
A sweet scent you'll make

But Momma, he cried
As babes are wont to do
Tears and tantrums
of all kinds naturally ensued

But Momma held firm
As mommas are meant to
Bubbles arose from the bathtub
And Crusty was good as new