Allsorts

It’s my lucky day,
it’s my lucky day.

I am not bored,
It’s my lucky day

Edie is the bestest friend you could ask for,
she is made up of all the things that can make you happy,
it doesn’t matter where you are,
she will always bring you joy and happiness,
she always has a smile,
her eyes are always bright.
I love that she has the same interests as me,
drawing, art, writing,
she will never fail to cheer you up when you are sad,
even if she has another friend,
that she cares about, and shares the same interests with.
Edie will always be the loveliest, kindest person on the Earth,
Love ya bestie!

Like a toy, I’m here to play,
like a fan, I’m here to blow,
(your mind that is)
like a flower, I’m here to bloom,
like the sun, I’m here to shine.
like you, I’m here to live,
like you, I’m here to love,
like a plant, I’m here to grow,
like the moon, I’m here to glow.

like me, I’m here to be unique.
like you, I’m here to be unique.

Setting up in the sky.
Up above Earth.
Nearest in the summer.
Now it is winter, the sun so far.
Yes, it’s true, it’s winter.

Daylight wasted, asleep til the crack of dawn.
After the brightest hour, it’s the darkest minute.
Yes, now its back to spring.

We’re always together,
doesn’t matter where we are.
You can always make me smile,
you can always make me laugh,
nothing will ever pull us apart.
This friendship is ours,
we will cherish it forever,
this friendship is ours,
we will always stick together.

Winter is cold winter is fun
but you cannot play in the sun
When it is winter it is fun
because you get to play in the snow
and build a snowman

My country is China,
I’m good at being a ballerina.
Our words are like Japanese words,
But we don’t have the same number of birds!
Our flag is red and yellow,
But in the middle of their flag is a red marshmallow.
Our celebrations are a lot of fun
We have money and new clothes, that’s done.

You can see it,
the whispering voices of pixies,
you can see it,
the sprinkles of magic from elves,
you can see it,
the tiny doors in the trees,
you can see it,
the wood is your fairyland,
you can see it,
the fairies and pixies and elves, galore!
But have you ever thought,
why you can see…?

The wind whips my face,
as the rain tumbles down.
The sky turns to stone,
and my smile becomes a frown.
As I walk down the street,
bits of old litter fly about my feet,
These are the dark days,
the days when we are sad,
These are the dark days,
the days when we’ve been bad…

In the darkest corner of our old wooden shed,
A big black spider feeds on a festering fly head,
Its eyes are like shiny black pearls,
and you can watch it as it whirls –
a new perfect, picturesque, patterned web.
It taps delicately onto its new home,
and creeps and tiptoes across an ancient shattered gnome.

In the darkest corner of our old wooden shed,
the big black spider feeds on a festering fly head,
The big black spider is as scary as can be,
weaving webs and chewing fly heads,
and It spends the night creeping into the house
and dangling…
above your bed.