Puddle Power

A toddler and a puddle’s
Like a magnet and some nails.
All logic is abandoned;
Spontaneity prevails.

There’s no thought of discomfort,
Of one’s clinging clothing damp;
Just joy in jumping jauntily,
A puddle pounding champ.

As we grow up we lose that edge
And life becomes a muddle.
Perhaps we’d sort it out if we
Could splash into a puddle!