By Declan Garrett
Here's a sad & sorry tale
About a pink-and-yellow whale
Who didn't know the time of day
And wasn't allowed out to play.
He got a part-time paper-round
Along the shores of Plymouth Sound
Then saved up all his hard-earned pay
To have his skin dyed hump-back grey.
His parents and their friends all laughed
"You can't do that so don't be daft".
His friend the crab had oft retorted
"If you persist you'll be reported!"
The little whale was not dismayed
And scrimped and saved and worked and slaved
Until there came the magic day-
The fisherman would turn him grey!
"Swim over here kid, and I'll bet
That if you go into my net
Your skin will turn all-over grey"
The mottled mammal thought "Hooray!"
But we are made of sterner stuff
And would have recognised the bluff
Yet whaley in his vanity
Seemed to have lost his sanity.
The fisherman apologised
And told the whale he'd really lied.
"I can't make you grey" he said
"But don't you worry, you'll be dead."
And so the little whale expired
The skin he'd never much admired
Is rotting on the beach today...
The smell may be bad but the bugger's turned grey!
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"Hickory Dickory Dock"
By Declan Garrett
Hickory Dickory Dock
Two mice ran up the clock
The clock struck one
And the other got away with minor injuries.
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"Hickory Dickory Dock"
By Declan Garrett
Hickory Dickory Dock
The Cat and the Fiddle
The Cow jumped over the Moon
The little Dog laughed
To see such fun
As the Cow burned up on Re-entry.