The Hoover is a noisy thing
The Hoover is a housework necessity
The Hoover is a noisy thing
The Hoover cleans our floor
The Hoover takes on our jobs
We respect you Captain Tom,
You served our country well,
You tried to raise a thousand,
But you raised forty mil,
You walked one hundred laps,
In your back garden,
To help the NHS,
Yes you truly are the best,
Yes we respect you Captain Tom,
In all the possible ways,
But it is really truly sad,
That you had to pass away.
A boy has a crush on me in class.
He does not know that I have a crush on him too.
Oh I hope I hope we love each other one day.
What he wants is to be my boyfriend.
I want the same.
I won on sports day.
I came home happily.
When I went inside.
Everyone was cheering for me.
On my birthday it was eid.
Everyone came to my house.
And sang for me.
I was a baby and everyone cared for me.
We went on lots of trips.
Which made my happy.
I just want to say happily.
That I love my family
Nature is the best,
We help, live and inside it, we rest.
We got to take care of it, plants and flowers,
And the rain gives them, a shower
Trees and plants grow,
Beautiful flowers show,
There are nice meadows where you can play,
“Come on and run around!” you say…
But if everyone litters more,
Our lives will not soar!
We can help our environment!!
Sir Captain Tom More take a look at his life
He grew up in a small town called Keighley
His dad built houses
His mum was a teacher
He loved baking with his Mum
He loved playing outside with his dog Billy
He worked hard at school
But he bent rules
He rode mother bikes
In 1939 war broke out
The next year he signed up for war
He went to Burma ( Myanmar)
Loads of years later he walked 100 laps
Then he died on 2.2.21
Crocodile, wockodile, dive in the sewer
no animal is more dangerous than you
One night he searches for the one and only Corky
tons of toast for breakfast, lunch and dinner
“Darkness will come
and thunder will roll,
electric sparks will take their toll.”
The old witch cackled to hear them cry,
to shout, to squirm, to wriggle, to writhe.
But suddenly there came a cry,
“Stop being babies,
apologise!”
“Sorry”, rang out everywhere,
the curse broke,
all was there.
I’m an evacuee, an evacuee,
I’m going to be evacuated you see,
We all have to get away from Adolf Hitler,
We think he’s so sinister,
So I got a train going to Westminster,
I am far from home,
All alone,
Been in our evacuee homes for more than a year,
We spent so long here,
I was muttering,
About the people suffering,
With less to eat,
Marching in the heat,
Here I feel safer,
Even with the people looking after me,
Give me a little wafer,
And cure me when I get stung by a bee,
I am scared about my mum and dad,
They are the only people I had,
When I came back,
The happiness started to lack,
When I couldn’t see my parents,
But soon I saw them alive,
Doing a jive