The Puddle

I spot the dirty puddle,as we walk up the street.
I roll my eyes in horror, at the white socks on your feet.
Mummys intuition, knows you'll jump right in,
I pray that you wont do it ,but the chances are very thin.
I try to hold you tighter,but you're off in a flash,
I close my eyes depairingly, until I hear the splash.
Your socks no longer glisten,you look a funny sight,
I thought you would stay clean today, but I've just lost the
fight.
You're jumping up and down now, as people pass and stare,
You smile and wave and jump some more,
You're filthy and don't care.
That puddle wasn't a puddle, it was more like a lake,
But you can't have it yourself so I join you for old times sake.