Listen to the sounds
making music
throughout the day,
to the whispy wind-swept rhythm
of a willow on the sway.
Listen too for silence,
in each are notes to be heard,
notes the colours of winter,
or as warm as the breast of a bird.
BIG BIRDS
An ostrich is a most rich
and swift running bird,
of all things ornithic, he's terrific I've heard!
The emu will mean you
to consider him best,
that's all very well,
but what of the rest?
Though the cassowary seems so very ousted,
I s'pose,
He's really related,
they all have three toes!
SIR SPINNER THE SPIDER
Sir Spinner the Spider
was a spindly old chap,
with a spindle for spinning
a spidery trap.
Jew-Bill the jellyfish
who lived by the sea,
says of Spinner the Spider:
"He can't catch me!"
NOTES AND NAMES
Some call me
Middle "C"
and some call me
"Doh",
My friend's name
is "E" or "Mi"
and his mate is
"Soh".
"G"!
I don't know!
A 4th to me sounds perfect,
"C" to "F" is not so far ("fa")
Just one step we'll land
on a "G" and "Soh"
on to "A" we'll make it a "lah"...
"Soh", there you are!
HIPPITY HOP
Hippity hop,
clippity clop,
Meow bow moo wow wow,
A rabbit,
a horse and a
cat of course,
but a dog who thinks he's a cow?
Wow!
BEEBOP
A beautiful home
like honey-comb,
The Queen Bee's in her suite,
with the warmth of summer
on her wings,
she's dainty on her feet.
Tonight she'll dance the minuet
at the grandest ball in town,
A dance we'll learn and won't forget
with its lilting, graceful sound.
While the Queen Bee's getting ready
her drones are buzzing around,
it's a whirl-wind of a noise we'll hear,
a fuzzy kind of sound.
They're decking the halls with pollen,
golden dust from purple blooms,
and scattering pink-rose petals
throughout the Palace rooms.
Everyone was having fun,
dancing together or just alone,
but then a wicked wasp did come
to steal the Queen Bee's throne.
He prowled about the corridors,
inch by inch by ounce,
'til the drones came to the rescue
and shoo-ed him with a pounce!
So ends this tale of a grand affair
on a happy note and tune,
Let's now dance again the minuet
beneath a honeyed moon.
"...ing" or "...ong"
Bells ring-a-ding,
No wrong,
Ring-a-dong!
Birds sing-a-ling,
No wrong,
Sing-a-song!
Frogs say "rib-it',
rip it up, that's all wrong!
...but it's just a fun idea
for a rhythmic sing!
You mean a rhythmic song!
Yes I do, on "ta's" and "ti-ti's" - just a little song that's not too ling.
No, long!
THE CUCKOO AND THE OWL
"Cuckoo" went my grandfather's clock,
"hoot-hoot" answered Owl who was not.
Although each thought the other
one and the same,
And although feathers apart
and of a different name,
continued to note
the hours pass by,
until it was nightfall
and Owl had to fly.
"Hoot-bye!"
AFTERTHOUGHT
I forgot to mention spiders,
the Southern Cross and Milky Way,
Our tall-ships and hang-gliders,
tinselled trees on Christmas Day.
This after-thought suggests to me
there's so much more
to hear and see,
so much more felicity
to weave into a melody...
So much more sincerity,
to shape a verse of poetry.
THE MAN IN THE MOON
Is it true there's a man in the moon,
or is the face I see not there?
One thing I know for certain, the man in the moon
has no hair!
