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THE BALLAD OF THE QUACKING OWL
If you’re walking by the bushes
at the end of the lane
you may hear a little quack
as the sun begins to wane.
You may look for the water
where the ducks might be,
but there’s no-one in sight
just the rustling of the leaves.
Would you believe
the quack that you heard
was the sound of an owl,
a sad little bird.
“A quacking owl?”
I hear you exclai...
Sunday 13th September 2015 10:21 pm
THE BALLAD OF THE SIGHING BEAR
In the deep dark woods
lived a great brown bear,
he was seven feet tall
but the townsfolk didn’t care
for although the bear was huge
and had fangs and long sharp claws,
all the people would make fun of him
and point out his big flaw.
Have you ever met a bear
who had nothing much to say,
who couldn’t even growl
when he came outside to play?
Well, Bob was his...
Wednesday 2nd September 2015 9:22 am
TERENCE THE TORTOISE
My friend Terrence
was a little happy sole,
he didn't need a kennel,
nor a house or a hole.
His home was a shell
that he carried on his back,
so that all he had to do
was drop down on the track.
Then he'd pull his head inside,
followed by his legs and feet
and he’d look inside the fridge
for something tasty to eat.
If it started raining
or got ...
Monday 31st August 2015 2:36 am
THE BALLAD OF THE BALD HEDGEHOG
Have you ever heard the tale
about the hedgehog with no spikes,
such a sweet little boy
who all the other’s didn’t like?
A case of alopecia,
there was nothing they could do,
such a sad little hedgehog
who cried and cried, “Boo-Hoo”.
But soon the lad grew older,
he wanted to look more lush
so onto his back he tied himself
a little scrubbing brush.
His friends, well they just laugh...
Wednesday 26th August 2015 7:23 pm
THE BALLAD OF THE FRIGHTENED EAGLE
You'll often see them running
and chasing across the plains,
a rabbit skipping and laughing
at an eagle, in great pains.
But why's the eagle running,
surely he can fly?
Sadly he’s afraid of heights
and frightened he may die.
An eagle that can't fly,
well surely that's not right,
it's just like having an owl
who won't come out at night.
But then on...
Saturday 18th July 2015 1:59 pm
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