The Mad Dance

The Mad Dance

I have a dance, a secret dance,
I do when I am mad.

It helps me get my grumpies out
And not do something bad.

I make a silly, scary face
And make my hands like claws,

Then jump and wave my arms around
With growly, grouchy roars.

It feels so good to do my dance,
I almost always laugh.

My cranky feelings fly away.
I guess I scare them off!