GECKO ON THE WALL
There's a gecko on my wall,
I don't mind him there at all;
Lying quietly watching me,
he is quite good company.
There's a gecko on the rock,
she seems to be wearing a frock;
And I think she is asking me,
if I want to come to tea.
There's a gecko in the pool,
he really does look cool;
Sipping a long cool lemonade,
wearing sunglasses in the shade.
There's a gecko on the roof,
he is acting quite aloof;
Whispering calmly to me:
'I simply must get down, since I have to go to town, I need to be there by three.'
Of all the geckos that I see:
The gecko on a rock in a frock;
The gecko looking cool in the pool;
The gecko who's aloof on the roof;
I like best of all,
the gecko on my wall,
lying quietly,
watching
me.
THE END
Danielle Bruckert BUGS by NUMBERS
there's a
whole lot of creatures
living with me.
GECKOS
One -
One colourful GECKO,
lying on the rock,
happily.
BUZZY BEES
One, Two -
Two BUZZY BEES
flying freely
by me.
LADYBUGS
LADY BUGs
One, two, three - Three LADY BUGS playing daintily.
Each ladybug has three black dots, each side of her back, can you see?
LADY BUGs
can you see?
BUTTERFLIES
One, two, three, four -
Four beautiful BUTTERFLIES
fluttering by me.
ARMY ANTS
One, two three, four, five -
Five angry ARMY ANTS,
marching two by three.
One gecko;
Two buzzy bees;
Three ladybugs;
Four butterflies;
Five army ants.
These are all the creatures
living with me,
down in the garden,
under the tree.
THE END
Writing on the Wall
Danielle Bruckert
I wanted to write as much as I could,
I wanted to write for all I was able,
I wanted to write whether or not I should,
I wanted to write on the chairs and the table;
I wanted to write on the walls in the halls,
I wanted to write on the floors and the doors,
I wanted to write on the bats and the balls,
I wanted to write on mine and on yours;
I wanted to write on the bricks and the blocks,
I wanted to write on the rug and the stairs,
I wanted to write on the grandfather clocks,
I wanted to write on my teddy-bears;
I wanted to write up high in the sky,
I wanted to write way down below;
I wanted to write far away and nearby,
I wanted to write on my big toe;
I wanted to write on a thing I can send,
I wanted to write on a thing I can bend;
I wanted to write where no-one can see,
I wanted to write, because I am me!
Mum didn't want me to write on the walls in the halls,
Mum didn't want me write on the floor or the door;
Mum didn't want me to write on the chairs or the stairs,
Mum didn't want me write on the blocks or the clocks;
Mum wanted me to write:
ONLY ON THE PAPER!
I wanted to write on the walls, I really did,
But I knew it would make Mum sad;
I really wanted to be a good kid,
I didn't want to be bad.
So do you know what I did?
I wrote,
ONLY
on the paper.
THE END
