I have a little teddy bear
And teddy is his name
And though he doesn’t say much
I love him just the same
I tell him all my secrets
And whisper in his ear
And though he doesn’t answer me
I’m sure that he can hear
Although I love my mummy
And I love my daddy too
There’s no one like a teddy bear
For telling secrets to
We have an understanding
My teddy bear and I
That I will never part from him
Though all the years go by
And when I am much older
And Teddy’s lost his looks
He’ll still be sitting on the shelf
Among my favourite books
For Teddy is a friend to me
And as the years go by
We’ll always be together
My teddy bear and I
And when I am a daddy
With my own girls and boys
My teddy bear will take his place
Among their books and toys
I have a little teddy bear
And Teddy is his name
And though he doesn’t say much
I love him just the same
Bathtime
Yes
Have you cleaned your teeth yet?
my mum yells up the stairs
And I say yes
I put some toothpaste on my pinkie
and dab it on my teeth
She’ll never guess.
Have you washed your face yet?
my mum yells up the stairs
And I say yes
I dab some soap on each cheek
and on my nose
That always fools her.
My mum kisses me
I know she’s smelling me
to see if I’ve washed
Do you know how much
I love you, she says
And I say, yes!
Splish Splash
My mum says
My mum says
‘tidy your room
or else I’ll tidy it for you!’
No! Not that. Never. Help!
I’ll never be able
to find anything I want
ever again
So I race to my room
and tidy it up
double quick
When she’s not looking
I push all the little bits
under the bed
and all the big bits
under the duvet
Mum looks in and smiles
Now I’ll be left in peace.
As soon as she’s gone
I get everything out
and mess it all up again
Otherwise
I’ll never
be able to find
anything
ever.
Too tired
I’m never too tired to play
I could play with my toys all day
I’m never too tired for fun
I love to jump and to run.
I’m never too tired to climb
The best in the world, that’s me
But when it’s time to tidy up
I’m as tired as can be.
I’m never too tired for toys
and for playing with girls and boys
I love to run and skip and hop
I can play all day and never stop.
I’m never too tired for stories
or for watching shows on the TV
But when mum says, ‘It’s time to get washed!’
I’m as tired as can be.
I’m never too tired for swings
and other exciting things
I’m never too tired to play with my train
I can run it again and again and again.
I’m never too tired for digging in sand
or for paddling in the sea
I’m never too tired for icecream
or for having a picnic tea.
I’m never too tired for daddy
when he says, ‘Now what shall I be?’
And we play all sorts of lovely games
My brother, my daddy and me.
I’m sometimes too tired to walk upstairs
I say, ‘But I’m only three!’
But when mummy says, ‘It’s time for bed!’
I’m as wide-awake as can be!
My teacher Mr Williams
My teacher Mr Williams is as kind as kind can be
Though he has some funny habits I think you will agree
Like he always clicks his fingers when he wants to talk to me
When the class is being noisy and mucking about
He doesn’t threaten to give us a clout
But just claps his hands and says, “Stop!” with a shout
When we do bad work we feel we’re in disgrace
But when we do good work he has a happy face
And writes in our books words like “excellent” and “ace”
With Mr Williams as a teacher work feels more like play
Though we’re sad on Wednesday afternoons when he has to go away
But we enjoy him even more when he’s back the following day
The Garden Shed Pet
When I was eight years old
my tortoise ran away
So I found a pet snail
and kept him in a jam jar
in the garden shed
Every night he’d make his escape
leaving a glistening trail
for me to follow
down the garden path
In the morning I would find him
hiding in the rockery
At least I think it was him
You can never be sure with snails.
The Race
We’d put them on an old tin lid
and line them up on the racing track
Ready! Steady! Go!
Then watch them inch their way along
slithering, slimy, slowly
their tiny antlers pointing the way
Come on! Hurry up! We’d shout
but nothing we said
made them move any faster
My one always seemed to lose
But then
when you’re racing snails
It’s hard to find a winner.
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