Boys

Boys

*squeak*squeak*

There's a noise in the house.

*squeak*squeak*

Could it be a little mouse?

*squeak*squeak*

It's coming from somewhere.

*squeak*squeak*

Could it be gramma's rocking chair?

*squeak*squeak*

Now it's squeaking even more.

*squeak*squeak*

Is it the back screen door?

*squeak*squeak*

It's really a strange sound,

*squeak*squeak*

and it seems to be following me around.

*squeak*squeak*

"AHH!" yells mom. "Your shoes are wet and you've only had them a week!"

*squeak*squeak*

"Sorry mom. It's a nice day and I went wading in the creek."

*squeak*squeak*squeak*squeak*

As I ran from mom, I realized it was my shoes making the noise.

*squeak*squeak*squeak*squeak* 

I hope that gramma will tell my mom, "Boys will be boys."