Desperately I searched and searched
But nowhere could I find
My baby sister left in my charge
Of her, I didn’t mind.

Now watch your baby sister
My mother said to me
You know she’s into everything
Don’t you just sit and read.

These ears of mine did not listen
And my eyes paid scant attention
Wanting to read instead
My new book in the kitchen.

Now where is she, my baby sis
Oh my, I’ve gone and lost her
My mom and dad’s gonna’ kill me dead
If I can’t seem to roust her.

I ran and ran and looked some more
All around the yard
I peered into the pasture
And peeked down at the barn.

She wasn’t here, she wasn’t there
I have no unsearched places
Oh wait, Oh wait, what do I see
There in our graveled driveway

It’s her, it’s her, I jump for joy
My eyes, they shed a tear
She’s sitting in a mud puddle
Washing out her underwear.

You may wonder why I wrote
This poem so fine and dandy
To this day, her nickname is
Miss Little “Puddle Panties”