Us children live in fear,
Of the things we are about to hear...

Beautiful stars, waiting to be found,
Beautiful music, and beautiful sound...

Longness waiting,
Round the corner...

Daisies are so baby,*
Cute, short and sweet...

Two minds alike,
Two trees tall...

The old poet at the desk,
Had sat there 80 years...

I love you Mummy, more than you could say,
Here or there, or any day...

As my grandma told me a story one night,
Beware of the GibGobBabbleBoo...

Life is beautiful,
Never ending ray of sun...

As she seemed to flow on the floor,
All I wanted was more...

It arrived in the post one day,
Beautifully wrapped...

As her mother screamed and cried,
Her sick little child just sighed...