Butterflies
Let’s go to the green hills, you butterflies;
tiger butterflies, you are also welcome.
When it gets dark, we sleep among flowers;
Or on leaves if the flowers bid us no welcome.
By: Laura Corcoran
Sam
I have a dog called Sam
He doesn’t like my mam
He likes to chase the cat
And roll around on the mat.
He likes to play in the sun
Always having fun
And when I say go to bed
He always bows his head.
BY : ALICE MOORE.
Sense of Sounds
I
The beat of a drum
The boom of a gun
The crack of a whip
The toot of a foghorn on a ship
II
The clang of a bell
The roar of hot fire in hell
The chug of an engine
And the creak of a hinge
III
The blare of a trumpet
The lapping of water
The clatter of hooves
And the crinkle of paper
IV
The twang of a bow
The wail of a siren
The tick of a clock
As it strikes twelve at night
By Gary Riordan
There was a man from Leeds.
Who ate a packet of seeds
In less than an hour his nose was a flower
An his head was covered in weeds
There was a woman from Surrey
Who ate a pot of curry
She ate the whole lot straight from the pot
And now she runs to the loo in a hurry
