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That Silly Old Hat of Yours

Oh, how could I ever be bored?
When I had such interesting chores.

I had to paint our bedroom door,
Then mop the grand, speckled floor.

Walked quickly down to the shore,
And dug hidden clams with the oar.

Made a tasty clam-supper for four,
Then into their big bowls I poured.

Knowing, they would yell for more,
Prompting my tender voice to roar -

All gone, there's more at the store!
Or take a lantern to search the shore.

However, they cost more at the store,
But not a penny, to dig with the oar.

Oh, I'm sure you will not get bored,
Performing such an interesting chore.

For soon in bed, I will sweetly snore,
With a sound much louder than yours.

Last night the paint actually, tore,
From the ceiling and door, it poured.

And that is why, I happily wore,
That Silly Old Hat Of Yours.

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A Long Cold-Chill

I watched the penguins woddle along,
On cold-hard ice; where they belong.

From water to land, they scurried around,
Flapping their feet on frozen ground.

Herds of them were standing still,
Settling down to a long cold chill.

Mother passes her egg to father carefully;
Knowing he'll care for it, so, naturally.

He'll protect it from the harsh-cold nights,
In a warm snug pouch away from sight.

For mother must find many fish to catch,
While father stays until it is hatched.

Long-dark days of Winter will change to Fall,
Returning mother, with, her familiar call.

Such a sweet sound for father's ear,
Ending another, long-cold Winter year.

Giving father penguin a much needed break,
For their chick is born and fully awake.

With such a huge urge to quickly eat,
Yes, many tasty meals of fresh, fish-meat.

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I'Ll Be Back

I'm no good at trimming trees,
Cut right through them like a breeze.

Snipping here and snipping there,
Like someone without a care.
 
Make no-sense to hire someone,
For I've already begun.

I always start way-down low,
Fast and fiery as I go.

Where blossoms are crunchy brown,
Still and quiet on the ground.

Branches green and full of leaves,
Without one trace of disease.

Stopping here and stopping there,
As fragments fall everywhere.

Leaving the trees very thin,
While I stand and scratch my chin.

I'll trim just a little more,
For I am a conqueror.

Upward with my best attack,
Knowing next year ... I'll Be Back!

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Bright-Green Leaves

Inside the forest's sea-of-green, 
Sits a hungry, bright-scarlet tanager.

Eating one caterpillar after another,
In minutes he gulps down thirty-five. 

Doing its part to help the forest,
Ridding the forest of harmful insects.

And over there in a huge green tree,
A little red-eyed vireo, merrily sits.

Singing its song all through the day,
Preaching its tune for all to hear.

Turning its head from side to side,
Then all at once, its singing stops -

It snatches a ladybug, from a leaf,
A ladybug eating; green-plant lice.

Lice that suck, the green-leaf juices,
Juices that provides food for birds.

Birds like those two, lovely bluejays,
Birds that eat from wild apple trees.

Apples with seeds that  will spread,
Spread new trees with Bright-Green Leaves.

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Mice For a Very Good Price

I opened the door,
Saw two nice mice,
At Pete's Pet Store;
For a very good price.

I bought them that day,
With money I had saved,
Raking and hauling hay;
For my neighbor, Mr. Dave.

I purchased a bowl,
Just for their food,
And a bottle with a hole;
For drinking water through.

I named one Ice,
He had clear blue eyes,
The other, I named Spice;
He was the smallest in size.

Ice would take small bites,
Of cheese and treats of rice,
Spice made noise at night;
Munching bread - I had sliced.

I'll never forget the day,
Mom said, "Look Price!"
And lying in their hay;
Were two bald baby mice.

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Let's Climb a Tree

Let's climb a tree,
That maple we see.

It's nice and tall,
Oh, we won't fall.

I'll show you how,
We must start now.

We'll start down low -
And away we'll go.

Yes, soon we'll be,
Just you and me -

Sitting way up high,
Close to the sky.

We'll feel the breeze,
All through the leaves.

We'll look all around,
Far above the ground -

We'll feel so tall;
No longer feel small.

So awesome it'll be,
Just you and me.

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A Witch Made Me Rich

I found a little witch,

Tied up in a ditch.

She was very surprise,

When I uncovered her eyes.

Looking up at the sky,

She let out a happy cry.

And began to talk,

As she picks up a rock,

She hands it to me -

Saying, "soon you'll be,

Very, very rich;

For saving a witch."

"I am very thrilled,

And over that hill,

Your fortune awaits you;

Much happiness too."

She thanked me that day,

Then was on her way.

I, indeed, became rich -

But never again saw the witch.

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My Lovely Sweet-Dee

Down at the sea,
I'll think of she,
My lovely Sweet-Dee;
And feel so free,
Just like a bee,
In that big tree.

As I sip my tea,
I'll hope that she,
My lovely Sweet-Dee;
Will turn the key,
And there, find me,
Admiring the sea.

Later, after we ski,
I'll sit with she
All snug she'll be;
My lovely Sweet-Dee,
Then, on my knee;
I'll say, marry me!

For I hope we'll be,
A family of three,
Living at the sea;
Right by that tree,
And I hope that Dee,
Will forever love me.

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My Homeland Coast of Africa

It was no more than eighteen months ago,
I left my homeland coast of Africa.

We moved to a place called New York City,
A place I always wanted to visit.

In my homeland men were fighting there,
Day and night gun sounds were in the air.

Those men with guns were so very cruel,
They destroyed, then burned down our school.

We arrived here in late Summer,
Though it felt like it was Winter.

The weather was a shock to me,
I thought that I would nearly freeze.

On my homeland coast its warm and nice,
It never snow or freeze to ice.

There, I often dreamed that it would snow,
But, of course, then little did I know.

For, it's no longer a treat for me to see,
Now, I want to see green grass and trees.

I'm told, Spring here feels much better,
It's almost like my homeland's weather.

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Happy Birthday Gurl!

Today's the birthday of my gurl,
I must go out and shop for her.

Some perfume or jewelry, I must get,
A bracelet she will like, I bet.

Dinner with soft music, might do,
With a dozen of roses, or two.

We must definitely dance for a while,
I like the way that makes her smile.

Long, before it starts to get late,
She will, carefully, cut the cake;

As she closes her eyes to say a wish,
I'll stand close, for a hug and a kiss.

I'll take some pictures of this day,
To share them in a very special way.

I'll add captions and a word or two,
Then place them on a background of blue;

Of the pictures that I'll take for her.
Yes, to show her that she's my gurl -

And she will remember this day;
With the hope - more will come our way.