These Little Feet

These little feet are always busy.

Running,

Playing,

Dancing,

Chasing.

They are never still,

These ten tiny toes.

There is too much to do,

Too much to see.

Things to jump,

Mud to squish,

Tunes to move to.

They carry her well,

Even through bumps,

And scratches.

She is tough on these soles,

But they never complain.

They carry her well,

These busy little feet.