Keep clean our planet earth,
Ways and ways,
Plants and plants,
Bicycles instead of cars,
Not throwing food,
Not wasting water,
Not go to work like you do,
Let the plants grow,
So they suck dust,
Row by row.
The moon
appeared like a big
man’s head,
with glittering white
teeth,
peeping out
of the unblinking blue
sky, smiling
heartily at the village
children;
this big human’s head
of the moon
shooted out from the limitless
ocean in the sky,
with a thousand
wrinkles
on its ghostly brow,
and the children scared
to death,
ran inside the house,
screaming, begging their mothers
to protect them from
the possible
attack of the
moon-monster!
Once a day is bright
people called it
a wonderful day,
a day of grace
with sweet movement,
many people use a bright day
to glorify God with praising,
even fish in the water
the praise God, the tree also & the animals in the bush
did the same too.
the day is bright & fair
to happy day
the day of joy
all is a great day.
This is a tree, mango tree,
this is a tree, big, big tree.
With big leaves on the tree.
This is a tree,
the mango tree.
This is a tree, the mango tree
With big mangoes on the tree,
With some birds on the tree.
This is a tree, the mango tree.
This is a tree, the mango tree,
It gives us cool shade,
It gives us sweet fruits,
This is a tree, mango tree.
This is a tree, the mango tree,
I like this tree,
We like this tree,
This is a tree, the mango tree.
Our love will never end,
round the corner,
round the bend.
Our love will never die,
not even your sickly sweet smell of apple pie.
Our love will never stop,
even if we eat to much and our tummies pop!
Our love will never sleep,
always be treasured in our minds, deeper than deep.
Our love will always last,
with our dainty hearts beating faster than fast!
Our planet is full of funky plastic and they say
“We are a plastic planet not a life planet .”
But they say “I do not want to leave this planet!”
We can make it a better place
Mum is silly and a little bit chilly
She always is in a hurry, as making me a berry.
Going to school is like a big fat drool
But it is not so cool because it is a big fat brool.
Lucky for us we get to play!
Mum gets work instead of play!
Super,
Cool,
Happy
Or excited
Or great,
Lovely
Super
That’s how I describe my school.
I am a cat,
So slick and black,
And my eyes can see night and day.
In the candlelight’s glare,
I’m just a dark flare,
Collecting all fear and pain.
At home I am unseen,
With a malicious sheen,
As I know how to hide the truth.