It's Not My Fault

I try my best to be polite.
I know what's wrong and what is right.
But sometimes little parts of me
act up and bug my family.

My tongue sticks out.
My knuckles crunch.
My lips make smacking sounds at lunch.
My fingers poke and pinch and pick.
My feet jump out and trip or kick.
My mouth says words that aren't nice--
Today it spit... and tattled-- twice!

So don't blame me for what they did.
It's not my fault!
I'm just a kid!

by
Babs Bell Hajdusiewicz

I found this book as I was sorting through and packing up the books. It is awesome! This poem I felt like sharing because I think it describes kids pretty well.