Running Through Puddles
Going to the Kolache Festival today,
wondering wondering all the way.
Will it rain or will it not;
perhaps a little, but probably a lot.
Fred, Judy and Kay had fun.
We wouldn't have minded a little sun.
Running through puddles like children at play.
We were crazy, some might say.
Eating hushpuppies, slaw and catfish,
who could ask for a tastier dish.
Time for us to say goodbye.
Kay, "see you soon", we said with a sigh.