I have a little pickle,
it is bumpy and it’s green.
I’ll wash it in a bowl
and I’ll make it nice and clean.
Silly, pickles don’t need washing,
they come packaged in a jar.
So instead I’ll take it out
and I’ll put it in the car.
I’ll strap it in beside me it will have a special seat
and will be my friend forever
till I need something to eat.

© 2008 Kate Eggleston-Wirtz