Hi, welcome to Storytime at Arkansas Children's Northwest.
My name is Christina Dalton,
I'm a Pediatrician here.
I work on the Inpatient Unit as a Pediatric Hospitalist, which means I get to take care
of the sick kids that are admitted to the hospital.
Today i'm going to read The Pout-Pout Fish which is one of my kids favorite books.
This is by Deborah Diesen.
Deep in the water where the fish hang out, lives a glum gloomy swimmer with an ever-present pout.
"I'm a pout-pout fish with a pout-pout face, so I spread the dreary-wearies all over the place."
Blub, bluuub, bluuuub.
Along came a clam with a wide winning grin and a pearl of advice for her pal to take in.
"Hey, Mr. Fish, with your crosstown frown, don't you think it's time to turn it upside down?"
Says the fish to his friend, "Nice thought Ms. Clam, I hear what you're saying but it's
just the way I am."
"I'm a pout-pout fish with a pout-pout face, so I spread the dreary-wearies all over the place."
Blub, bluuub, bluuuub.
Along comes a jellyfish.
He floats throughout the ocean, his tentacles all trailing in a gentle locomotion.
"Hey, Mr. Fish, with your daily scaly scowl, I wish you wouldn't greet us with a grimace
and a growl."
Says the fish to his friend, "Mr. Jelly, I agree.
I'd like to be more friendly, but it isn't up to me.
"I'm a pout-pout fish with a pout-pout face, so I spread the dreary-wearies all over the place."
Blub, bluuub, bluuuub.
Along comes a squid, quite a slender squiggly sight.
She is squirmy, she is squelch, she is slightly impolite.
"Hey Mr. Fish, you kaleidoscope of mope, how about a smile?
A little joy?
A little hope?
Says the fish to his friend, "Mrs. Squid, I would try, but i haven't any choice.
take a look and you'll see why.
"I'm a pout-pout fish with a pout-pout face, so I spread the dreary-wearies all over the place."
Blub, bluuub, bluuuub.
Along comes an octopus with eight great arms, covered on the underside with tiny sucker charms.
"Hey Mr. Fish, Let me tell it to you straight.
Your hulky-bulky sulking is an unattractive trait!"
Says the fish to his friend, "Mr. Eight, my chum, with a mouth like mine I am destined to be glum.
"I'm a pout-pout fish with a pout-pout face, so I spread the dreary-wearies all over the place."
Blub, bluuub, bluuuub.
Now along comes a fish in a silent silver shimmer.
The gang has never seen before, this bright and brilliant swimmer.
She approaches Mr. Fish, but instead of saying hey...
She plants a kiss upon his pout and then she swims away.
Mr. Fish is most astounded.
Mr. Fish is just aghast.
He is stone-faced like a statue.
Then he blinks, and speaks at last: "My friends," says Mr. Fish, "I should have known it all along.
I thought that I was pouty, but it turns out I was wrong.
"I'm a kiss-kiss fish with a kiss-kiss face, for spreading cheery-cheeries all over the place."
So I'll...smooch
smooch
smoooooch!
Thanks guys, for joining us.
I hope you're staying safe, make sure you wash your hands.
Bye!