A Snowman
Its fun to make a snowman,
If only he could stay,
But when the sun comes out,
Our snowman runs away.
Its fun to make a snowman,
But when he runs away,
It’s sad to see him go,
We had fun anyway.
Next year when the snow comes,
We can make another man,
And when he runs away,
We can do the same again.
poem by Claire Galpin
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I'm a Snake
I’m a snake of three feet long,
I’ve got colours that all look wrong,
I’ve got blue and green
That should not be seen,
A red, a yellow and a orange.
I’m striving along an acre of grass,
That’s got a bed of clover,
A gardener is coming over,
He picks me up, thinks I’m a stick,
I frighten him out of his wits.
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At the Harbour
The ships are in the harbour,
Some ship are small, some are larger,
The wavy waters blue and green,
Although blue and green should not be seen.
Saucy Jane was a little red boat,
Who bobbed merrily upon Squire John’s moat?
Her sail was white, her stern was mauve.
Han sail was white, her mast was new,
As she swam through the sea,
Of tranquil blue, with trickling bits of green.
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