Belly Slide

Waddle, waddle, belly slide. 
Across the ice the penguins glide.
Wiggle the tail and flap the wing.
March to find what Mommy brings:
Fish for breakfast, fish for brunch,
Want to guess what is for lunch?
Time for a nap on Daddy’s feet,
Cozy, warm, so soft and sweet.


1 comment:

Becky Weisgerber said...

I love the wrinkles on his neck! Your enamel work is inspiring.