I have a pink and purple playhouse

And I’m baking little pies

Pouring dirt into the water

Batting off the tiny flies

I have a happy little playmate

Putting mixtures into pans

I have a messy little apron

I have muddy little hands

I wander ‘round the yard

Pulling up the different weeds

Mixing in their leafy stalks

Garnishing it with seeds

I take such careful care

In the baking of my goods

I make the mud so tasty

I treat it like I should

I sell them to my neighbors

From my pink and purple stand

I hide my sorrows in the mudpies

I hide my face among the sand