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   Here I stand.
   Covered in mud.
   Slouching about.

   Momma told me not to come,
   But the boys made it sound like fun.

   We tied a rope to the tree.
   Swung out over the stream.
   I was the first to go in.

   The water was cold and shallow.
   The mud was deep.

   How will I get home,
   Without my Momma to see?
   What an awful mess I made of me!

   Foot by foot,
   I lifted them out.
   My shoes were gone,
   Sunk in the ground.

   Climbing up the stream embankment,
   I blended right in.
   Then I heard a shout!

   "It's the stream monster,
   Just coming out!"

   I looked at my friends,
   All laughing about.
   Took hands full of mud,
   Began to sling it about.

   To this day,
   None of the boys would say,
   How everyone came home,
   Covered in mud that day!

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