Washing My Hands

Washing, washing
All through the day
Killing those nasty germs
Pushing them away

After working in the mud
Or playing in the leaves
Wash, wash, wash your hands
There's no germs on me

Before we eat and after
Wash our hands each time
Your hands are clean
And so are mine

Washing, washing
Never seems to cease
Whenever I do anything
I have to wash them at least

I get mad every single time
Something bad on my hands is seen
But I get a great big smile
When my hands are clean

(I had to write a poem about washing my hands for health class! Just thought I'd put it on here!)