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L,T,D,M

Little Tufty Dore Mouse.

Little Tufty Dore Mouse lives on the Butlers farm.
He spends his day a scurrying between the house and barn.
But Mr Butler farmer got tired of Tufty's mess.
So he got himself a big black cat and named his black cat Bess.
Now Bess your jobs to catch Tufty Mouse and send him on his way,
cause I'm tired of the mess he leaves when he drops by every day.

Now Bess, I don't want you to kill him or even cause him harm.
He's just a little Dore Mouse who leaves a mess upon my farm.
The only problem with Tufty Mouse is the mess he leaves behind
so when you catch Tufty, Bess remember to be kind.
Tell him he must leave the farm and find himself a home,
where no-one else minds the mess where ever he may roam.

So Bess, she lays in wait to pounce and catch this Tufty Mouse.
It's not long before she catches him and says, Tufty leave this house.
Cause him indoors gave me the job, by the way he calls me Bess.
So Little Tufty Dore Mouse say that you will go and farmer sees me being kind.
If I have to catch you again it won't be kindness I'll have in mind.
So Little Tufty Dore Mouse said with a little squeak,
but Bessy I've been messy cause I've been moving out all week.

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Storm

Storm Our Old Shire Horse.

Storm our old Shire Horse known for his strength.
He's loved by all in our town
Throughout the years he's helped those with fears
as a storm brings an old tree down.
As Storm dressed in his harness walks on with the
greatest of ease.
It's nothing to Storm as he gets the job done
clearing the storm felled trees.
Walk on, walk on the township applaud
thanks for your help Storm they all shout.
For they know in their hearts if a new storm
should start then it's Storm to the rescue no doubt.

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Footie

Footie on the Telly.

Footie on the telly, England verses France.
They'll kick the ball into the net then do a silly dance.
The fans they like to chant a song, they love to sing and shout.
Then there'll be roars when England scores, France will lose no doubt.

The crowd all roared as France just scored the score now stands one nil.
Now second half has just begun, England could take it still.
France get another in the net, they've just upped the score two nil.
Were not a team to give up yet, to do our best  we will.
Then we start to feel defeated as our fans have lost their roar.
Then at a glance we take a chance as England shoots to score.

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H,O,H

Hard of Hearing.

I went to visit Gran
to brighten up her day.
But that crazy batty women
never hears a word I say.

She moans and groans of aches and pains
and how her bunions hurt, then she'll ask,
"Who is it? Is that you my darling Bert?"
"No, I'll say, it's Sunny, Grandson number two.
I thought I'd pay a visit and spend the day with you.

I've put the kettle on Gran, I'll make a pot of tea."
Then she shouts.
"There are Hob-nobs in the cake tin enough for you and me.
Fetch them in please Keith put them on the floral tray.
Now where's my bloody teeth, I had them earlier today."

"It's Sunny Gran, I tell her. I'm not Keith and I'm not Bert
but there's your bloody teeth Gran in the pocket of you skirt."
I don't mind Grans muddled mind the fact she forgets my name
she can call me what she likes I love her just the same.

Now my Gran is hard of hearing
and batty half the time.
But you know I wouldn't swap her
cause Gran is Gran.
She's the best because she's mine.

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Grandparents

Grandparents.

Many, many years ago
when grannies were little girls.
They had very long hair with polka-dot ribbons
entwined around their curls.
And granddads played with catapults and different
wooden toys.
They were full of mischief and curious little boys.
They learn to climb the tallest trees
and tease the little girls.
And pull their polka-dot ribbons out
and mess up all their curls.
Then they grew up and fell in-love
that's when their lives began to change.
They'd act daft with lovey stuff
which some girls found very strange.
Lives tapestry exchanges their struggles
to survive.
The best memories are those of my grandparents 
and the changes in their lives.

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A,O,T,L

Animals On The Loose.

Dad there's monkeys on my trampoline and lions in my tree
There's a crocodile in our garden pond, dad come, come and see.
A hippo and a rhino in the garden shed
A zebra laying on the ground, I wonder if it's dead.
Dad where have they come from and when do you think they'll go?
It's really up to you, said dad, so when I do not know.
You left them in the garden when you went outside to play
you took them from your toy box and they've been out there all day.
So if you take your toy box out that just might be a plan
then you can start to round them up and I'll help you if I can.

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N,W

Noisy Workmen.

Bang,bang,bang,plop,plop,plop.
Will these noises never stop?
Clang,clang,clang,click,click,click.
Noise will cease in just a tick.

Thump, thump,thump, thud,thud,thud.
There it's fixed, should last for good.
Please take care tell girls and boys
or we'll be back to make more noise.

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T,N

Two Nil.

I sit and watch the children
playing football in the street.
Look at me, shouts the referee
who runs with two left feet.

I'll get the ball shouts Lee Mac Call
I'll put it in the net.
Two Nil, shouts Bill, as it begins to rain
and everyone gets wet.

The whistle blows at half time
two goals as the ref shouts break for all.
Then in second half pass the ball to Garth
and let him try score a goal.

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F,C

Farmyard Chat.

Cluck, cluck says Mrs Hen as the farmyard comes to life.
Moo, moo says Big Brown Cow as she spots the farmers wife.
AH, she'll be coming a milking then send us out to graze
with Sheep as they awake from sleep
it's how we spend our days.
Oink, oink says Big Fat Pig, at least you're out all day.
I'm stuck here in this pigsty with muck to wallow in and play.
Moo, moo says Big Brown Cow, why do you complain
at least you have a shelter if it begins to rain.
Baa,baa the Sheep awake and farmer shouts, Bess come yield.
She's the dog that guides us out the farmyard to top field.
All day we'll stay cows with sheep will graze.
No matter what the weather is like, we're sometimes left for days.
But we hear the hens a clucking and squawking on the farm
tractor toiling all day long turning soil as seeds they sow
but that's just farmyard life the only life we know.
From Baa, Baa Sheep, Cluck, Cluck Hen, Oink,Oink Pig
and Moo,Moo Big Brown Cow.

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Fireworks

Fireworks.

Fireworks for Halloween in the garden shed.
I'm not allowed to touch them that's what daddy said.
He said we'll have a party we'll have a lot of fun.
When daddy lights the fireworks enjoyed by everyone.

But I'm not allowed to touch them.

Daddy made it clear he promises a lot of fun
better than last year. 

But I'm not allowed to touch them.

I can have a sparkler to hold in my hand.
If I'm good and listen and show daddy I understand.

I'm not allowed to touch them.