While Gus was walking in the Wildflower Preserve near the Dog Park in the Reservation, a bird pooped under his foot on his flip flop. Gus noticed that there was a bunch of yellow, brown stuff in my shoe and had to rub my foot on a rock to get the pooh off. So we made a poem about it.
Have you ever had a bird pooh
on the inside of your shoe?
If you have, tell me now,
because I'd really like to know how.
Because I got bird pooh
on the inside of my shoe
while I was walking
and Gus-atalking.
I'd rather have bird pooh
on the inside of my shoe
than end up dead
from an elephants' diarrhea on my head.
By Gus and friends
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