Night is when you sleep,
Day is when you’re awake,
The sun goes down and night comes,
The moon goes down back to where it was,
Night and day never meet,
Night and day,
You are awake then asleep.
Glowing, shining,
Like it is smiling,
Screw it in,
Flick the switch,
On it comes,
So quick!
The world feels grey
When all is lost
Still, hope is determined.
It takes a paintbrush
And allows you to
See the world
In a different light.
It colors the trees
The orchards and gardens
It colors the sky
The birds and clouds
It colors the forests
The animals and insects
It allows you to start again
On a blank canvas
Roger has a big brain,
just like his fame.
Every time he comes out,
all he can hear is a shout.
He is great,
even though I’m only eight.
I do not hate,
I simply donate.
This place will never see fate,
as Roger Stevens is great!
Sikim, Sikim where are you?
Are you in the kitchen
or in the bathroom?
Are you sad or happy?
Ah…he is sleeping.
The hill had a brown head.
Green grass gave him
Green hair. The hill
Was a beautiful place.
He had butterflies and
Flowers that smelt as
Good as perfume
Manufactured in Italy.
Soon, it was thought
To be an ideal place for houses.
First, one house came, then
Another and then yet
Another. Today, the
Hill is covered with houses
Stacked one above the other.
Slanting roads run through.
The place is as lively as
A neighbourhood in Brazil.
The hill may have lost all
His hair, but today he provides
Shelter to as many people as the
Number of strands of hair
That he had.
In the rainforest there are amazing creatures…
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Tick tock
I can hear a clock
Numbers all around
Meaning different times
Tell the time on a clock
Seconds
Minutes
Hours
The lot!
O’clock
Half past
Quarter past
Quarter to
We have time to make sure you
Never end up late
Never are too early
Never sleep in
Or get up early
Tick tock
I can hear a clock
Twenty to
Twenty past
Ten to
Ten past
Tick tock tick tock