Nobody knows what Jonjo knows. Nobody knows but he,
So Jonjo took me for a walk and showed his world to me.

I went to the shop
to get me a carrot
Oh dear!
They gave me a parrot.

Oh dear!
Look what I got
Do I want that?
No I do NOT!

Spices and gold once cast a spell
On bearded men in caravels.

New World New World cried history
Old World Old World sighed every tree.

A poem in which I am growing.

A poem in which I am a tree,

And I am both appreciated and undervalued.

A poem in which I fear I did not dig into the past,

Green misled me into the woods.

Blue tried to drown me in the sea.

White smothered me in balls of clouds.

Yellow caught me on a double yellow line.

Once upon a plom
There lived a poor little mom
Along with her children three.
There was a great big Gom
A Flom and a Chom
Who all sang, "Me, me, me."

In our flat
faces speak
of places across the sea.

In our flat
voices walk in
talking, but not like me.

On 
Wards
Lofty

Oh,
Winged
Looker

Out
Witting
Low-life

Ooooh
Wooooooo
Language

The fear of being left out is what it’s all about

No one wants to get laughed at or be the odd one out

No one likes to feel rejected put down and dejected