Wormy Squirmy

Wormy Squirmy, tight and turny,

wriggle your way through the ground.

In the garden, light and ferny,

you travel without a sound.

Missy Prissy

Missy Prissy, prim and pretty

I love your feathers, dear.

Prissy Missy, come sing a ditty

We find your voice so clear.

Beetle Be

Beetle Be

Beetle be, fly around

make a buzzy sound.

Beetle be, come to me

then I can set you free.

Slippy Slidy

Slippy slidy, glidy snake

blurry, whirry, in your wake

glinty eyes and diamond coat

your scaly skin of which you gloat

the flick of tongue

from one so young

we quickly run away

the slither slidy

wriggly ridy

we'll leave you be today.

Muggle the Muggy-Eyed Sheep

Muggle was a funny old sheep. When she was very young she was inclined to eat the plants that grew along the riverside and while they were delicious they did not agree with Muggle at all. They made her sneeze and wheeze and made her eyes all rheumy.

As she grew older she was disinclined to go to the bother of sneezing and wheezing, but her eyes continued to be rheumy and bothersome. Her fellow sheep thought she was often sad, but that was not the case. Muggle was actually quite happy and carefree and gambolled about the hills and followed every sheepish trail she could find.

One day, Muggle sought the advice of a very wise character, one whoooooo always knew what to say at just he right time and in just the right way. Owl toowitted and towooooed and came up with a very sensible solution for Muggle. 

Muggle had to go to the other side of the river and bathe her eyes, then keep them shut very tight for a day and a night and not try to open them once. 

Muggle did as she was told and bathed her eyes and kept them shut very tight. She listened and waited. She could hear the other sheep about their sheepish business and wanted to play with them. She listened and waited and heard some other interesting goings-on but she kept her eyes shut fast. All day and all night Muggle was patient. At times she almost forgot and nearly opened her eyes. It was easy when she was sleeping but not at all easy when she was wide awake.

Muggle felt sad and left out while her eyes were getting better. She longed to run about and follow secret sheepish trails. A day can he soooooo long sometimes.

At last the time came for Muggle to open her eyes. There was a little gasp and the light came through, a little too bright to start, and then a little blurry, then all at once the hills and river and grass and trees and all the secret trippy-trappy trails came clearly into view.

What a wonderful day! What a wise old owl.

Muggle joined her friends and jumped just like all sheep do when they are happy or newly shorn or when they feel like being silly. 

She smiled a sheepy smile and closed her eyes to a squint to remember what it was like, then opened them wide and played the game for some time until she tired of that and put her nose down to find a newish hidden trail.

As she went, Muggle decided to never go near the sweet grass that made her sneeze and wheeze and to always follow good advice - even if it was very hard and not so pleasant.

Bug Tale

Bug Tale

Little Bug was growing very quickly. His legs were getting longer and longer and he was getting taller and taller.

Little Bug bumped into things, because he had to get used to new bits and was never quite sure how to get around. 

One day Little Bug found himself bumping around a bit more than usual. He was off kilter and was not sure why. He checked his legs, then checked his arms, then checked his head. All bits were where they were supposed to be.

What could be the matter? - BUMP, totter, ouch.

Little Bug was not so little now, and he looked behind him. He had grown a tail. It was a nice ducky tail and looked quite fashionable (as far as teen bug fashion goes).

Not So Little Bug paraded his new tail around and gradually got used to the extra bit. He kept it high off the ground to keep it clean and neat. 

He stopped bumping into things and became quite skilled at all things bug-like.

Getting Bigger Bug wondered what he would look like as a full grown bug. He sat down (very carefully) and pondered....What will I look like...?

What do you think bug will look like?

Wondrous Potatoes

Taties

Potatoes are such wondrous things

with very many names.

Praties in old Ireland be

and spuds in all Australia,

taties in the movies are

accompanied by chips.

Couch potatoes slumber life

and wedges follow them

with sour cream and chilli dip

the wedges rule the day.

Baked or mashed or fried or boiled

the taties are delicious -

potatoes filled with butter are

enjoyed by all and sundry.

Your daddy favours baked and crisp

your mummy likes them all.

Your granny likes potato crisps

and poppy has them salad.

Nan and Pa like new the best

and Paddy and Amanda 

like mashed with gravy,

lots poured on and lots beside

all mopped up with the bread.

Giddy Gouda

Giddy Gouda has holes in her head

Eddy Edam has skin so red

Jarlsberg thin and sliced so fine

is nice with grapes straight from the vine.

Clever cheddar comes in a block

we like to have some left in stock

where Brie is soft and creamy now

and Camembert is oh so wow.

Leicester cheese is darkish yellow
better eaten nice and mellow
It comes from Wales does Caerphilly
we like to eat it carefully.


Harry Harvarti is Danish born
where Monterey Jack's Californian
Pecorino, Italiano,
Parmigiano Reggiano.

let's go make a sandwich

Let's Go Make a Sandwich

Let's go make a sandwich

we start with bits of bread

we spread some light weight butter

and scratch and shake our head

now what shall we put on it

some lettuce and some meat

then topped with carrot shredded

and cheese... then we're complete.




alternate endings
(..and now we eat)
(..so sit and eat)
and if you want to be really gross and disgusting
(..and smell your feet)
(..and serve with peat)

Prickly Pineapple

Pineapples are prickly

pineapples are green

you won't be sickly

or fat, but be lean.

Pineapples are spiky

pineapples are brown

and you will be likely

to smile rather than frown.

Pineapples are crinkly

pineapples are long

your face won't be wrinkly

so let's sing a song.

Pineapples are nice

dillydilly

Pineapples are sweet

Pineapples are yellow

dillydilly

let's eat some now

Lean Bean

Lean Bean

Lean bean

let's be seen

don't be mean

eat a bean.

Lean bean

I am keen

eat them green

eat them clean.

Lean bean

in your spleen

green bean

Aberdeen.

Sweet Halle Strawberry

Red and sweet and nice to eat

with ice cream or alone

Halle helps you stay on top 

and keeps you in the zone

Martin Mushroom

Martin Mushroom

Martin Mushroom keeps you well

he is packed with lots of goodness

vitamins a-plenty tell

your body how to function

Russell Sprout

Russell 

Brussel sprout, brussel sprout

little tiny cabbage

green and crinkly, leaves all wrinkly

Russell Brussel Sprout

Terry Turnip

Terry Turnip

Turnips are so good for you

in stews and soups and bakes.

Turnips are so good for you

but not so nice in cakes.

Boris Banana

Boris Banana

Boris is a banana.

He likes to hang around.

He loves lazing in deck chairs.

He likes tropical places and islands.

He is a slippery fellow especially if he is on the ground.

Boris can be green or yellow or even a little spotty.

He can be firm or soft and mushy.

Mummy likes bananas firm.

Daddy likes deck chairs.

Granny likes the islands.

Boris likes everyone no matter how they come.

Cool bananas.

Harry Avocado

Harry

Harry Avocado loves to sing. He sings in the shower, he sings in the rain. He sings in the sunshine and sings when the moon is big and bright and hangs low in the sky. Harry sings when he is happy, and sings when he is sad. Sometimes the songs are silly and they make people laugh. Some songs are low and slow and cause people to think and go about their day with smiles on their faces.

Tra-la-la-la-la, sings Harry.

Tweedleydeedleydee.

doowadiddydiddy

ooomp-oompa

tadah!