Teacher Teacher

I was playing outside when I heard the teacher call When I walked into school my shoes left tracks down the hall The teacher said, "Kid, you've been stomping in the crud!" Somebody slid and said, "It's not mud." It's not chocolate, it's not raisins It's not Milk Duds and it's not fudge It's not brownies or sticky ice cream I know what it is. It's not mud So she sent me to the office. I was shaking in my shoes I knew I was guilty. I was scared and confused The principal said, "Kid, you've been stomping in the crud!" She took a big whiff and said, "It's not mud." It's not chocolate, it's not raisins It's not Milk Duds and it's not fudge It's not brownies or sticky ice cream I know what it is. It's not mud I picked up a stick, started scraping on my shoe I thought I would be sick but it was all I could do If you're playing outside, kid, and go stomping in the crud Just remember this, everything that squishes is not mud It's not chocolate, it's not raisins It's not Milk Duds and it's not fudge It's not brownies or sticky ice cream I know what it is. It's not mud It's not mud It's not mud