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THE SNUGGLE SANDWICH

It’s quiet in the morning

When there’s no one else around

Annie lies in bed and listens

There’s not a single sound

It’s cold out on the landing

As she’s peeping round the doors

Her Mama’s smiling back at her

Her Papa only snores

Annie climbs up Mama’s tummy

And she wiggles down the bed

They’re a cosy snuggle sandwich

She’s the jam and they’re the bread !

Then she and Mama tiptoe

To the kitchen down the stair

Mama lights the gas and warms the milk

For her and Edward Bear

Mama shouts to wake the others

We hear her roar “Get up !”.

So only Annie’s watching when Teddy hits the floor

Poor old Edward  sad and alone

Annie didn’t mean to drop you

On the cold hard stone

Here comes Annie’s Papa

In his tidy suit and tie

He’s singing and he’s joking

He’s a happy morning guy !

Next there’s Annie’s sister

Rushing to get ready

She finds her bag and hat and coat

But no one finds poor Teddy

In stomps the noisy one

Her teenage brother Joe

He turns on the radio as LOUD as it’ll go !

They’re all bashing around the kitchen

Crashing up and down

And suddenly they’re gone

As Papa’s car roars off to town

At last her Mama hears her

“O have you lost your bear ?”

She lifts her from the high chair

They’re searching everywhere

He isn’t on the table and he isn’t on the floor

He isn’t in the kitchen sink

He’s not outside the door

He isn’t on the landing and he isn’t in the bed

He’s in the doggy basket snuggled up with Fred

It’s quiet in the morning now teddy’s back again

The morning rush is over

Annie’s favourite time is when

There’s only her and Mama

No more fuss and clutter !

Now they’re the snuggle sandwich

And TED’S the peanut butter !

(Written by Malachy Doyle and Illustrated by Gwen Millward)

 

 

 

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BABIES DON’T WALK THEY RIDE

Babies don’t walk they ride !

Babies don’t run they glide!

Strolling in buggies and backpacks and slings

Rolling in trolleys and car seats and things

Bumping around all over the place

With a scowl or a howl or a smile on their face

Charging along like charioteers

Flying down hills and up in the air

Huggled and cuddled and carried along

If babies could talk they’d be singing this song

Babies don’t walk they ride !

(Written by Kathy Henderson)

THE ENORMOUS TURNIP

There’s a great big turnip

At the bottom of the field

I’ll get it

See my muscles!

I pushed and pulled

But I couldn’t get it out

I pushed and I pulled

And gave a little shout

Come here wife !

How’s your muscles ?

My wife came up

But she couldn’t get it out

We pushed and pulled

And we gave a little shout

Come here girl !

How’s your muscles ?

The girl came up

But she couldn’t get it out

We pushed and pulled

And we gave a little shout

Come here boy !

How’s your muscles ?

The boy came up

But he couldn’t get it out

We pushed  and pulled

And we gave a little shout

Come here dog !

How’s your muscles ?

The dog came up

But he couldn’t get it out

We pushed and pulled

And we gave a little shout

Come here cat !

How’s your muscles ?

The cat came up

But she couldn’t get it out

We pushed and pulled

And we gave  a little shout

Come here mouse !

How’s your muscles ?

The mouse came up

And pulled it out

HOORAY !

We patted him on the back

And we gave a little shout

Well done mouse !

Great muscles ! Continue reading THE ENORMOUS TURNIP

FISHY

Great Uncle Morissey,  Dad and Mum

Were drowsing in deck chairs in the sun

“Run off and play” they said to me

“Make sand pies till it’s time for tea”

I was fetching some water in my pale

When I came across a lady with a long fishy tail

Sitting by a pool on a sea weedy shelf

Singing softly all by herself

When I asked if she’d care to take some tea

With Great Uncle Morissey, Dad, Mum and me

She lashed up the water, shook out her hair

Sent a thousand droplets into the air

And I just caught sight of the tip of her fin

As she whisked up her tail and dived right in

When I asked Uncle Morissey if he would wish

To meet a lady who was half a fish

He only yawned and said he’d seen plenty

When he was a lad back in 1920

(Written by Shirley Hughes)

 

LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING

Lazy daisy grassy  hugs

Love you more than ladybugs

Giggle wiggle jump and run

Love you more than playground fun

Tickle pickle munch and crunch

Love you more than picnic lunch

Swirly whirly smile so bright

Love you more than soaring kites

Scribble dribble draw and talk

Love you more than sidewalk chalk

Sprinkle twinkle mix and bake

Love you more than chocolate cake

Sudsy wudsy splash and laugh

Love you more than bubble bath

Snuggle huggle read and sing

Love you more than anything

(Written by Anna Harber Freeman and illustrated by Jed Henry)

YOU

I love every bit of you

Your eyes and ears and nose

I love every bit of you

From your head down to your toes

I love your tumbles, jumps and bumps

Your fidgets and your wriggles

I love your smile

I love your frown

Your whispers and your giggles

I love your games of hide and seek

Your messes and your muddles

I love your bedtime best of all

Its kisses and its cuddles

I love you when you’re having fun

And when you’re sometimes sad

I love you when you’re kind and good

And even when you’re bad

Yes I love every bit of you

And this I know for sure

With every day that passes by

I love you more and more

(Written by Emma Dodd)