Arpaduk

I think that I shall never see The yellow striped pyjama bee Flitting soft from flower to flower Collecting pollen by the hour And when he's done his nine to five He heads back to the honey hive A waxy pillow for his head And "Comb Sweet Comb" above his bed

A short sighted seed From a near sighted weed Was losing his sight by the hour Then a sudden idea Hit him right in the ear And he knocked himself out on a flower! He would rummage the greenhouse The sun-house, the outhouse And eat all the carrots he found. He ate carrots galore 'Till there weren't any more And he sprouted himself off the ground! He ate and he ate And it got very late And the sun went to bed far away He walked out to the park. But in spite of the dark The young seed could see clear as day! And when he had grown He had seeds of his own (Although several were eaten by parrots) Through the night he would spr

I thought I'd write a little rhyme To say something to you I tried to make it sound like Keats But that just wouldn't do So then I tried like Tennyson But he's just not my style And when I tried like Shakespeare I really had to smile! I tried to write like Wordsworth And got in quite a stew So now I'll write it just like me And say that "I love You"

Mr Fox had a garden "I do beg your pardon" Said Rabbit, who trotted right through it. Fox picked up the bunny Then dipped it in honey And said "Shall I boil it or stew it?"

Watching Glory Over the top we boldly came With sharpest eyes to guide our aim Knee deep in the mud of shame With Generals watching. Marching on with foot and horse Barbed wire crossing every course A giant unrelenting force Machine guns watching. Uncles, brothers, fathers, sons Fell shredded by staccato guns Are we now the lucky ones Survivors watching? And who were we supposed to thank Artillery or heavy tank? As bodies all around us sank With no one watching.