Rainy Day Quest Children's Poem

If I had a tiny box A tiny box to hide my sox I would find a tiny pen to write a note to my best friend I would ask him out to play But never on A rainy day. On rainy days I like to sit In hidy holes Where I fit. I like to hide on rainy days And watch black clouds all Drift away. The thunder tries to call clouds back but lightning whaps them with a slap And when the sun sneaks out at last I get my shoes and run so fast I run to find a little box But must dump out The little fox There isn’t room For fox and sox So fox gets out And in goes sox. V. Anderson-Throop©2015