Stumbly Little Bear

A stumbly, bumbly little bear
tripped and tumbled, rumbled
down the stair.


He got a knot
upon his nose
and crumpled, rumpled
all his clothes.

Poor little stumbly, bumbly bear.
Now he walks with greater care.

     This poem is pure silliness.  I was having fun with the  m-b  sound.  I liked the way the words felt in my mouth.  I hope you are careful when you walk on stairs.  My house doesn't have stairs.  But I do try to use the hand rail when I use stairs.  What safety rules do you follow?  Do you look both ways before crossing the street?  Do you remember:
Stop, Look, and Listen
before you cross the street.
Use your eyes.
Use your ears,
and then use your feet.

Can you write a poem about one of the things you do to be safe?  Here are some of the rules I remember from when I was young:
Don't play with sharp objects.
Don't run with scissors.
Don't play with matches.
Don't talk to strangers.
Tell my mother where I was going when I left the house.
Don't try to pet strange dogs.
Don't bite my fingernails.
     Goodness, I bet you know of lots of things to add to the list.