Baby Jordan
Baby Jake
Baby Ariyel
and little baby fake...
Dance like this one
Goog-goo gia like Jake
cute as pie like Ari
and not like him who is 'mountaineering' at 7 months, oh ja!
Chuff like Thomas
play like Abney & Teal
sign with Mr Tumble
be as nice as little Lola
Remember all your favourites
and dream of them at night
cos all of these little bits
will keep you sleeping tight.
Thursday 11 October 2012
Wednesday 5 September 2012
Rhyme Time
Rhyme time they sit there and stay well in line
their eyes following the story being told
and waiting patiently for it to unfold
at times they look at each other
to see why, after a poke, there is a bother
and then one tries to shriek or scream
to see if it is attention they'll glean
but after all that - the story told and they've had enough
it's time to mess around with the books and all that stuff
to see what a great big mess can be made
for our mothers, through it all, to wade
and to clean it up for us
so that we can catch our bus.
their eyes following the story being told
and waiting patiently for it to unfold
at times they look at each other
to see why, after a poke, there is a bother
and then one tries to shriek or scream
to see if it is attention they'll glean
but after all that - the story told and they've had enough
it's time to mess around with the books and all that stuff
to see what a great big mess can be made
for our mothers, through it all, to wade
and to clean it up for us
so that we can catch our bus.
Thursday 19 July 2012
Flower
Flower was her name.
She walked daintily, always daintily alongside her mother, as if on ballerina feet. Her toes were the smallest you had ever seen.
Flower loved going on walks, everyday and anywhere, she loved the outdoor world. She chattered, smiled, skipped, jumped, sang and pointed at almost anything on the way.
Her mother watched her closely with a heart full of love and adoration for her little daughter.
How time had run away with them like a fast moving train at mach speed. Flower was growing up at a rapid pace and was already a little girl.
Flower liked especially to play with sand and water - balancing on her pointed toes at the edge of a bucket with water in that stood outside the front door.
One day a frog was bathing himself in there.
On another day she chased a spider hurrying on his way.
On another particular day Flower was tempted by a snail cris-crossing a slimy path along the floor as she motioned it towards her mouth... about to taste escargot.
The outside world beckoned Flower and it was indeed HER world.
She walked daintily, always daintily alongside her mother, as if on ballerina feet. Her toes were the smallest you had ever seen.
Flower loved going on walks, everyday and anywhere, she loved the outdoor world. She chattered, smiled, skipped, jumped, sang and pointed at almost anything on the way.
Her mother watched her closely with a heart full of love and adoration for her little daughter.
How time had run away with them like a fast moving train at mach speed. Flower was growing up at a rapid pace and was already a little girl.
Flower liked especially to play with sand and water - balancing on her pointed toes at the edge of a bucket with water in that stood outside the front door.
One day a frog was bathing himself in there.
On another day she chased a spider hurrying on his way.
On another particular day Flower was tempted by a snail cris-crossing a slimy path along the floor as she motioned it towards her mouth... about to taste escargot.
The outside world beckoned Flower and it was indeed HER world.
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