I seem to be stuck under a table,

With four hard legs on a scratchy mat

My arms push as far as they are able

‘Mummy, help!’ I cry, ‘I need a pat’.

I roll skillfully all over the floor,

Finding loose threads from an armchair

I eat everything and get stuck in the door

My arms bend in ways like never before. 

I roll off the roll safe changing mat,

I wriggle and bend like an acrobat

Getting dressed has become a dance

With a foot in my mouth I give mummy a glance.