Yesterday I skipped all day,
The day before I ran,
Today I’m going to tiptoe
Everywhere I can.
I’ll tiptoe down the stairway.
I’ll tiptoe through the door.
I’ll tiptoe to the living room
And give an awful roar.
And my father, who is reading,
Will jump up from his chair
And mumble something silly like
“I didn’t see you there.”
I’ll tiptoe to my mother,
And give a little cough
And when she spins to see me
Why, I’ll simply tiptoe off.
I’ll tiptoe through the meadows,
Over hills and yellow sands
And when my toes get tired
I’ll tiptoe on my hands.

Karla Kushkin