Sometimes I Like to Curl Up in a Ball by Vicki Churchill
My rating: 5/5 cats
Sometimes I like to curl up in a ball, so no one can see me because i’m so small.
Sometimes I like to jump high as I can
To see how much noise I can make when I land.
Sometimes I like to scream ever so loud, not that I’m cross, I just like how it sounds.
Sometimes I like to just walk round and round
I pigeon step pigeon step, till I fall down.
Sometimes I like to stand still as a tree,
and watch everyone rush around about me.
Sometimes I like to poke out my tongue
or make funny faces, now that can be fun.
Sometimes I like to get in a real mess
with mud on my feet and my hands and my chest.
Sometimes I like to run ever so fast, I sometimes come first, but I sometimes come last.*
But when the day ends and the sun starts to fall, then I do what I do best of all. I find somewhere soft, somewhere cozy and small…and that’s where i like to curl up in a ball…
so do you guys know what this means??? it means that I AM A WOMBAT!! this is the best news ever.
*it may not look like i am moving very fast here, but i am. ask caris. he’s that speck in the distance…
