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MRS McTATS AND HER HOUSEFUL OF CATS

In a small cosy cottage

Lived Mrs McTats

She lived all alone

Except for one cat

Every morning she left

As the clock struck eight

“To market to market !

I mustn’t be late.”

She browsed through the market

And chose a plump fish

“For Abner and me

What a sumptuous dish !”

But when she got home

There came a scratch on the door

And in walked two cats

Was there room for two more ?

“Come in my sweet dears”

Said Mrs McTats

“I’m sure I’ve got room

For just two more cats

I’ll call you Basil

And Curly you’ll be

I only had one cat

But now I have three !”

The very next morning

Mrs McTats woke early

She stopped to pet Abner

And Basil and Curly

“To market to market !

I mustn’t be late

This chicken I think

Will surely taste great.”

But when she got home

There came a scratch on the door

And in walked three cats

Was there room for three more ?

“Come in my sweet dears”

Said Mrs McTats

“I think I’ve got room

For just three more cats

Now give me a moment

What shall your names be ?

You’re Dolly you’re Ernest

And Fuzzy makes three !”

The very next morning

Off went Mrs McTats

“What can I buy

For my six hungry cats ?”

“I’ve got it !” she said

“I’ll make a nice stew.”

So she carried home beef

And liver to brew

But back at home

There came a scratch on the door

And in walked four cats

Was there room for four more ?

“Come in my sweet dears”

Said Mrs McTats

“Ten’s a fine number

Ten cats and me

I’ll call you Codie

And Herman you”ll be”

Izzy and Jezebel

Pranced ‘cross the floor

And then right behind them

Followed five more

“Koko and Lynus

Millie Noreen

And you shall be Oscar

There that makes fifteen !”

The very next day

Off went Mrs McTats

“What can I possibly

Feed fifteen cats ?”

She chose a fresh tuna

She chose a fine trout

But when she got home

Her cats were all out !

She counted her cats

From one to fifteen

But somehow six more cats

Had just joined the scene

“Come come my sweet dears”

Said Mrs McTats

“I’m sure I have plenty

For twenty one cats

Pip Quip and Rosebud

Sally and Toetsie Ursula dear

Do make yourself cosy”

But then came another

Scratch on the door

Could it be more cats ?

How many more ?

In came Violet

In came Winnie

And just behind

A cat she named Xinnie

In came Yodel

The last of the bunch

Twenty five cats

Ready for lunch !

But something was missing

What could it be ?

Just what it was

Mrs McTats could not see

As she stood there puzzling

There was a scratch on the door

And Mrs McTats wondered

Could there really be more ?

Could she squeeze in more cats ?

More than twenty five ?

Who was the one

The next to arrive ?

“Come in my sweet dear”

Said Mrs McTats

“I live in this cottage with

Twenty five cats

But if you don’t mind

You’re welcome to stay

You’re welcome to eat

You’re welcome to play”

Now in that small cottage

Lives Mrs McTats

All happy and cosy with her

Twenty five cats

And one little puppy

Who’s known as Zoom

In a small cosy cottage

With plenty of room

And just when the clock

Strikes each morning at eight

Mrs McTats hurries off

“I mustn’t be late !

To market to market !

What treats will there be ?

For twenty six dears

From A to Z !”

(Written by Alyssa Satin Capucilli)

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ANNA ELISE

Anna Elise

She jumped with suprise

The suprise was so quick

It played her a trick

The trick was so rare

She jumped in a chair

The chair was so frail

She jumped in a pail

The pail was so wet

She jumped in a net

The net was so small

She jumped on a ball

The ball was so round

She jumped on the ground

And ever since then

She’s been turning aroun

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)