When Daddy says, "Stop this plodding.
Get your shoes on now,"
(mornings, he is always prodding)
that just sinks me down.

'Cause plodding is a plunging word
and "disappoint" is what I heard.

Just like those days that plod along,
when the rain pours all day long.
The day drags on. We can't go play.
My day sinks down...plunged away.

But Daddy doesn't mind at night
if I plod to bed.
He plucks me up and hugs me tight
then plops me on my bedspread.

He tickles me and now I've found
that's how we turn the word around.