GREEN FROG SHOES

I met a very clever, verbal two year old yesterday named Wyatt.  He was wearing green rubber clogs.  This poem is for him.

In my green froggy clogs

I can jump, jump, jump.

Over old, dead tree logs

and traffic safety bumps.

    OK now it is your turn.  Today is Thursday, and I'm thirsty.  Can you write a poem about things you like to drink?  Have fun.  (Perhaps a simple couplet.)  You are welcome to leave your poem in the comments below.  Thank you. 
  Thanks for coming by for a visit.