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!
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!
