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I am in a forest;My brothers will never find me here.Over my head is a green umbrella;I feel the earth under my bare feet.
When they were young,She kept wicket for her brothers,They batted,Bowled,Padded upAnd ratcheted up the score.She crouched behind the stumpsKeeping wicket.
He's the Keepy-Uppy Kid.
I’m the king of the dinosaurs, number one reptile,tyrannosaurus rex can’t touch my style.I’m dressed to kill, got the sharpest suit,
From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold
If you think the tooth fairy has it tough
spare a thought for the Finger Nail Pixie
Let me do it, let me do itLet me blow up the balloonLet me do it, let me do itLet me go to the moon
Let's give it
a hunk of a trunk
a stretch of a neck
A snake of a tongue
a bear of a growl
a bee of a sting
a wolf of a howl.
I told a whopper, a fib, a lie.Slipped out of my mouth. It was slimy, sly.
Stand in line
So he did.
Toe the line
the dotted line
A little bit of rice,a little bit of pea,on my platefor my tea.
A little bit of jam,a little bit of toast,in the morningswhen I love it most.