Allsorts

This is us
We are here
Where am I supposed to be?
With me

Let start to go down
Let’s start a new day
It’s time for play
With me

Up early in the morning
Looking out the window
We go to school
With me

It’s a time
We live together
Everybody
With me

Scabby Stew, Scabby Stew,
what are you doing,
Scabby Stew?
Millie Moo, Millie Moo,
I’m making a card, for me mam an’ me dad.

MRS Stew, MRS Stew
what are you doing,
MRS Stew?
Millie Moo, Millie Moo,
I’m making stew, for me dear Scabby Stew.

Millie Moo, Millie Moo,
stop talking too us,
Millie Moo!

Is this me?
Am I seen?
What is clean?
Am I even me?

What is mine?
What do I like?
What is for me?
Am I even me?

Me is where I’m seen

Ellie Soo,
her rooms a mess!
Oh yes!
She doesn’t eat her crepes
and falls down the steps!

She doesn’t do her homework,
All she does is lurk.
One day she jumped in some stew,
and was never seen again!
WELL DESERVED!
O yesss!

Water, Water
all around!
Water here!
Water there!
Water splash, splash, splash!

You help, us dear water,
you’re a roaring leopard at sea,
And the fun you bring to me!

None would be alive,
If it weren’t for you!
So, please, dear water,
Accept my thank you!
Water, water,
I love you!

Underground all day,
Never-ending days of work.
Working all day long.

Down the cold, dark mine.
Digging deep for precious coal,
Longing for some light.

Coal-carrier
Dram-puller
Hard-worker
Apple-muncher
Cart-hauler
Mistreated-worker

I will put in my box

The buzzing of a bee on a nice summer’s day,
Fire from the mouth of the reddest dragon,
A rainfall of sunshine of a late winters night.

I will put in my box

A blade of emerald green grass fresh from a field,
Lilac and  lilies from beside a lake
And joyous memories from the last 10 years of my life.

I will put in my box

The howling of the winter’s breeze,
A soft cuddly teddy bear straight from my bed,
The ZAP of lightning in the middle of a storm.

My box is fashioned from snake skin, dinosaur bones and gold
with a map of the world on the lid and sand from many countries i
n the corners it’s hinges are made from the remains of a venomous snakes

I will travel in my box
All over the world to New Zealand and Africa
and many more lands
then wash ashore upon a soft yellow beach
so peaceful where I will look through my box.

Pulling all day long
In the mine deep underground
Taking heavy drama up to the surface

Putting effort in their work
Over ten hours of dragging
Never ending days of labour
In the cold darkness, tugging all day long
Every day, pushing and pulling
Suffering long and difficult hours, each and every day.

Not a single star in sight,
in the sky that night,
It was barely bright,
But the timing was just right.

Then a star that shone so bright
appeared in the sky that night,
three wise men followed the light,
Until they found the baby born that night.

His name was baby Jesus.