After A Bath by Aileen Fisher After my bathI try, try, tryto wipe myselftill I’m dry, dry, dry. Hands to wipeand fingers and toesand two wet legsand a shiny nose. Just think how muchless time I’d takeif I were a dogand could shake, shake, shake. Related posts: First day at School by Aileen Fisher Bird Talk by Aileen Fisher A Thread without a Knot by Dorothy Canfield Fisher