Red dirt, you are on everything;
My floors, my feet, my driveway.
And after children take a bath
It's red mud that whirls away.
Stuck beneath their nails
And ground so deeply down the hall,
I never actually feel
that I am rid of you at all.
Though you are mopped away each day,
My children's feet are colored rust!
In just a few small seconds
Our house is recovered with dust.
Muddy footprints in the bathroom,
And fingerprints take over too.
It's a good thing our house is orange
And not the yellow we did choose.
So even if my children are only clean
For ten minutes out the tub
At least it means I won
One small vict'ry against the grub.