The animals were getting ready, For this was their last chance, To make themselves beautiful, For the barnyard dance. There she was, Molly, the sow, Dressed up to the nines, Accompanied by Billy, the goat, Whose appearance was refined. They wandered in, two by two, And mingled with each other, And then approached the dance floor, Where they heard the drummer. The donkey played the drums, Whilst the cow took to the fiddle, The rooster stood and ‘crowed’ his song, Whilst the rest danced in the middle. The Border Collie began to ‘howl’, And soon the ducks ‘quacked’ in, The others joined into the throng, Which created quite a din. They sang and danced together, Until the break of dawn, Then, off to bed they wandered, To be there for the morn.
Animals and Music is this fortnights theme.
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On the top of Wanton Hill,
Surrounded by the herd,
Stood Molly Moo the calf,
Appearing quite absurd.
She had brambles on her head,
And burrs on her tail,
And if not mistaken,
She was looking rather pale.
Molly sought her mother,
To get her help, attention,
Mother looked and laughed,
At poor Molly’s situation.
She removed the burrs slowly,
Causing little pain,
Then removed the brambles,
Molly Moo free once again.
Without the humble busy bee, We'd have a lot less things to eat. They pollinate the fruit on trees, They help to make strawberries sweet.
Tomatoes grow because of bees, And big fat happy pumpkins too. Melons, lemons, broccoli, squash — No wonder bees have lots to do!
Stick insects are so very thin Yet still insist on shedding skin And even when they grow much bigger Will maintain their sylph-like figure.
Don’t mess with those bombardier beetles gathered in groups in a world of woods. This warning’s for ants, frogs and people: THEY’RE HIDING A CANNON INSIDE THEIR CABOOSE!
This chamber of secrets? A chemistry lab, cooking up bombs in their abdomen. Steaming-hot acid, fired out in zaps. Toxic and boiling, again and again.
They’ll twist round their torsos well enough to aim at whatever caused them to huff. But their tail-end skin must be really tough … or their rears would be hurting when squirting that stuff! Bombadier Beetle
I have a praying mantis, I keep it for a pet; It dances on my hand, A funny minuet.
But out in our back garden, I like to watch it catch Lots of harmful insects, And guard our vegie patch.