I really love my body

I really love my body
I love to laugh and run
I really love my body
I think it's so much fun

I really love my body
I love to rush about
I love to stamp upon the floor,
I love to scream and shout.

I really love my body,
I love to jump and leap
But sometimes all I want to do
Is go to bed and sleep.

Fly

We were born to fly
But they messed up our wings
And made us wear anchors
And all sorts of things
That hold us down
And hold us back
And make us start thinking
There's something that we lack.

But it's not true
We are perfectly built,
And nothing can stop us
But worries and guilt
So open your mind
And look up and say
I was born to fly
And then fly away.

Kingsnorth.

At Kingsnorth school

We know with faith

How much we can achieve,

And know that we will never fail

As long as we believe.

For one hundred and fifty years

We've worked hard and succeeded

This school has been a home at times

And a family when needed.

In and out of doors and rooms

For years children have passed

Who started when they were so young

But all grew up so fast.

And each child is a little light

That keeps on shining still

With laughter, love and memories

This happy school to fill.

So all these floors and walls have seen

A thousand smiling faces

And the light of love serene

That lights the darkest places.

For one hundred and fifty years

We've learnt how to achieve

At Kingsnorth all is possible
If you work hard and believe.

Thank you

😀

Thank you very, very much

For everything you've done

Without you making Bits & Bobs

Would not have been such fun.

😀

Shoulder

There's an elephant on my shoulder
A caterpillar in my eye
And a monkey with a tambourine
Who always likes to sigh
There's an angel on my shoulder
There's a burden and a myth
And a man without a periscope
Who says his name is Smith
There's a dragon on an earlobe
There's a tattooed tangerine
That used to play the mandolin
Whenever it was seen.
There's a weapon in a headlock
And a mask of Kubla Khan
That's speaking to a lady
Whose head's stuck in a barn
There's a whistle and a message
There's a zebra spotting bear
And a monkey with a mirror
Who says he isn't there.
There's a space between the letters
There's a line around the edge
There's a bird who plays the fiddle
Who is nesting in a hedge.
There's a printer and a paper
And a journalist or two
There's a pot of peanut butter
And a jug of vindaloo.
There are no more things to listen
There is nothing left to leave
There is no more division
Between real and make believe
There is nothing we can witness
There is nothing left to tell
There's nothing in a shadow
No sound inside a bell.
So let them all come running
There is nothing in the cup
Except a little cunning
And refusal to give up.

Lies

Little boys that tell big lies

Have their mouths filled with flies

Their noses are then stuffed with worms

And both their eyes blocked up with germs.

Little girls that strut and boast

Have their hands tied to a post
And then they're locked up in a cave
Until they learn how to behave.

All little boys and little girls
Should good manners acquire
Or else, after their punishments,
They'll be thrown on the fire.

Into the woods

Are you lost in the woods tonight?

Then watch your toes, the badgers bite.
The fox is hungry, weasel too,
And they're all here to hunt for you.

The Big Bad Squirrel escaped today
And in these woods has come to stay.
She'll eat your eyeballs for a treat
Then cut off both your hands and feet.

She'll break your legs and peel your skin

And teach you where all fears begin.

It's very sad, but very true...

She's yearns to play with things like you.

So please don't think it's just a game,
She likes to hurt and loves to maim.
The dark woods are no place to roam

So hurry off and hurry home.

Share

I love to share, it's much more fun

Than having things alone.

Things are only half as good,

When you have them on your own.

I love to eat a yummy cake

And share a piece with you,

My cakes they always taste the best

When you can taste them too.

I love to share, it makes my life

So much better than before,

I'd love to give you all I have

And then give you some more.

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Poem in my pocket.

I've always got a poem in my pocket
And a comb for when I need to brush my hair
And a little piece of paper in a locket
With a picture of someone who isn't there

I've always got a pocket for a whistle
And a pocket for a tissue and a key
And a bottle and a bubble and a thistle
And a pocket for a little memory

I've always got a pocket for tomorrow
And a pocket for the waves upon the sea
And a pocket for the things I want to borrow
And a pocket for the things I want to be

Got a pocket for the weather when it's sunny
Got a foggy pocket for the wind and rain

Got a pocket for something that's really funny
That I will give you when we meet again.

Yes, I've always got a poem in my pocket
And a pocket for a rainbow and a kiss
And a tiny little laugh inside a rocket
That I will send to everyone I miss.