Butterfly, butterfly
Come and sing for me
Remind me of the way
That living used to be.
Let me see you spread your wings
And fly so prettily,
Dancing there inside the sun
Beneath the willow tree.
Butterfly, butterfly
How long do you live?
Do you know what love is like,
And what it's like to give?
Are you sometimes depressed,
Or usually happy?
Dancing there inside the sun
Beneath the willow tree.
Butterfly, butterfly,
Do you always roam,
Do you always wander,
Or have you got a home?
Have you ever been
To the shores of Italy
And watched all of those children
Splashing in the sea?
Butterfly, butterfly
If only you were me
And I was you dancing there
Beneath the willow tree.
I tell you right now,
I would surely have some fun,
I'd spread my wings
And disappear
Into the belly of the sun.
Friday, 17 April 2015
Thursday, 2 April 2015
How I grow.
I know, I know and I will tell
How it is I grow so well
I eat my fruit and eat my veg
And jump over my garden hedge.
I do lots and lots of exercise
And don't eat chocolate box surprise
Instead I eat some nuts and peas
And then I grow with strength and ease.
How it is I grow so well
I eat my fruit and eat my veg
And jump over my garden hedge.
I do lots and lots of exercise
And don't eat chocolate box surprise
Instead I eat some nuts and peas
And then I grow with strength and ease.
River Drink.
The river's deep, the river's long
The river sings a funny song.
It swirls around and bubbles up.
And if it's clean I get a cup
And have a great big river drink
Before I lie back down and think
The river sings a funny song.
It swirls around and bubbles up.
And if it's clean I get a cup
And have a great big river drink
Before I lie back down and think
Monday, 23 March 2015
Chocolate Cheese...
Thursday, 5 February 2015
Monday, 2 February 2015
One day my house...
And went off walking down the street,
And then it grew an orange roof
And purple walls that are waterproof.
Oh my house is happy it always smiles
But it can run for miles and miles...
It hurried off to Timbuktu
Then Eden Park and Waterloo
And next it ran straight down to Rome
But luckily then my house ran home.
Sunday, 1 February 2015
Simon and the rain
Simon was a happy man
He loved the sun and heat
He loved to bake potatoes
And loved to rub his feet
But what made Simon happiest
Again, again, again
Was dancing round in swimming trunks
Inside the summer rain.
He loved the sun and heat
He loved to bake potatoes
And loved to rub his feet
But what made Simon happiest
Again, again, again
Was dancing round in swimming trunks
Inside the summer rain.
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