Week 8 Poem

Cows Be Flying

Cows called Daisy
Are often lazy.
But cows called Brian
They be flyin'
Up in the air
And out into space
Because of the grass
And the gasses it makes!

Week 7 Poem

Just Me…

Eight pink fingers standing up tall,

Two little ears to hear mummy call;

One little nose that I can blow,

Ten pink toes all in a row.

Two little thumbs that wiggle up and down;

Two little feet to stamp on the ground;

Hands to clap and eyes to see,

What fun it is to be just me!