The Thing-a-me-bunyaroo
The Thing-a-me-bunyaroo
Is a very strange creature, it’s true!
He’s as tall as a man
And stout as a ram
With a long, shaggy coat of blue.
The Thing-a-me-bunyaroo
Loves to find nuts to chew.
His teeth are as strong
As the river is long
But he also loves apple stew.
The Thing-a-me-bunyaroo
Has been seen by very few.
He hides in the billabong by day
And then comes happily out to play
At night, amongst the dew.
The Thing-a-me-bunyaroo;
Where to find him? I haven’t a clue!
I’d like to meet him just for fun,
Play ‘Hide and Seek’ or ‘Tag and Run’
With the Thing-a-me-bunyaroo… Wouldn’t you?
Author Archives: australianchildrenspoetry
“A SEASONAL TELESTITCH” by James Aitchison
Leave a commentA SEASONAL TELESTITCH
The end of cold days:
Farewell! Adieu!
The sun rises warm
But expect a quick storm,
Then catch a wave —
It’s my kind of weather!
The sunsets glow red
Across Australia,
We’re all on holiday —
The best of all times!
James Aitchison
TELESTITCH
A telestitch is the opposite of an acrostic. Discover the poem’s hidden message by reading the last letter (rather than the first) of each line.
Give it a try
And most of all — have fun!
“Let the show go on” by Celia Berrell
Leave a commentLet the show go on
For you and me
it’s free to see.
The greatest show around.
The cast’s
eleven million of
the life forms that abound.
From big-screen species
super-stars
like humans; dolphins; whales.
To tiniest of
microbes making
sure our show won’t fail.
The plants provide
the perfect props
and stunning back-drop scenes.
All intertwined
with DNA
and fascinating genes.
The show is so
tremendous.
Full of life’s variety.
Our planet Earth’s
X-factor is …
BIO-DIVERSITY!
First published in CSIRO’s Scientrifficmagazine, No 65 January 2010

The Reluctant Racehorse” by Monty Edwards
Leave a commentThe Reluctant Racehorse
Old Roscoe was a racehorse who no longer wished to run.
He’d had enough of coming last. That didn’t seem like fun.
Each day his trainer woke him with an early morning call,
But Roscoe still felt sleepy and he wasn’t pleased at all.
He hated the old trailer that would take him to the track,
Nor did he like the jockey who’d be sitting on his back.
His owner, who would watch him train, just wanted extra pace,
But all that Roscoe longed for was to be some other place!
Once, when the trailer halted and glum Roscoe looked about.
He thought he recognised the spot and wanted to be out.
For what he saw was lush green grass and trees providing shade
While underneath those lofty gums a group of children played.
He looked in vain for jockeys, and the grown-ups there were few,
But then he spied the trainer , and the owner with him too.
The trailer door was opened, then the trainer led him out
And that was when the children all at once began to shout.
“It’s him,” they cried. “It’s Roscoe! Maybe Dad will let us ride.”
“Remember, Dad, you promised!” “Yes, I did,” their Dad replied.
“Old Roscoe’s finished racing. It just seems he’s had enough
Of chasing younger horses – no more winning. It’s been tough!
The fact is, he was born here, and he loved it from the start,
But when we took him off to race, it seems that broke his heart.
He’s home now. No more racing. He’ll be happy here at last.
Old Roscoe’s found there’s lots you miss when always running fast.”
– Monty Edwards

“Carnival Roundabout” by Julie Cahill
Leave a commentMarmaduke our winning ram
won the raffle and home he came
T’weren’t US who won HIM at the show
the judges messed that up, you know.
saying ‘here’s your special prize
for guessing both his weight and size’
The Marm who wasn’t any ram
he chased the cows and drained Dad’s dam
he grew and spread with every day
eating cats and dogs and hay
And when the next show came around
Marm went on the roundabout
Another girl then took him home
My sister Jill, and home he came
“Unknown Soldier” by Katherine Gallagher
Leave a commentUnknown Soldier
We have covered him with real flowers
and taken him from country to country.
It’s always the same journey –
people standing in the streets
silently saluting
as we carry him by.
And our hands tremble
under his weight,
our eyes are shocked
by the riddle of tongues
presenting the same paradox
in every country –
the whole human voice as background
shrilled to fever
about keeping the guns at bay.
Katherine Gallagher
(Published in Carnival Edge, New & Selected Poems, (Arc Publications, 2010)

AARDVARK, APE, BARRACUDA, BUTTERFLY AND BEAR By Jan Darling
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AARDVARK, APE, BARRACUDA, BUTTERFLY AND BEAR
Crowds, rabbles and throngs, clubs, hordes and troupes
Are Collectives for people who gather in Groups
But what do we call friends who are woolly and furry
Barking or whistling, singing or purry?
When they get together with family and friends
What is the word for their special blends?
Let’s start with the alphabet, that means the A
Which letter was first from the Ark would you say?
It wasn’t the whale, the worm or the shark –
But a shy bunch of prickles we call the Aardvark.
If you should meet lots of aardvaarks at once
And call them an Armoury, you’d not be a dunce.
If you’re keen on games and like jokes and japes
You’ll be happy to meet a grouping of Apes
But what will you call them – this family of jokers…
This smart clever band of naughty provokers?
The word is descriptive, it’s perfectly apt
A *Shrewdness of Apes has them all neatly capped.
Now think of the sea, in the depths of the ocean
Where swims a predator in fast or slow motion
He is hunted and eaten, grows more than three meters
Provides tasty meals and feeds plenty of eaters
He’s a high-powered fish and fond of flattery
When found in groups it’s a Barracuda Battery.
Our next group of B is from land, not the sea
And some of his kind live and sleep in a tree
Some like the snow, others the jungle
The name for this lot seems a silly bungle
It’s a **Sleuth or a Sloth when you see many Bears
An affliction of fiction from hundreds of years.
The last of our B’s flies dainty and free
Over the land but seldom the sea
She does beautiful things with colourful wings
She dances o’er flowers as the sweet bird sings
A Flutter of Butterflies is commonly heard
But Kaleidoscope’s often the Collective word.
Jan Darling

Teaching Notes:
Sounds of the Aardvark: soft grunts as it forages (looks for food like antnests); loud grunts as it approaches its nest entrance and soft bleats if frightened.
What do you call a group of Aardvaarks?
How many ‘As’ are there in Aardvaark?
Sounds of the Ape: sounds like something between a series of dog yaps and UGH! The sound is called a ‘jibber’.
What do you call a group of Apes?
What is the meaning of ‘shrewd’?
*Shrewd means both clever and sharp. Apes are known to observe you closely, often appearing to deduce what your next move will be.
Sounds of the Barracuda: Sadly, most fish sounds are inaudible to the human ear. But if we could hear them, fish-talk would sound like purrs, grunts, hums, clicks and hoots.
What is a group of Barracuda called?
Information not included in the poem: Barracuda can grow up to 100 cm and weigh up to 9 kilos. They can live 10-15 years because they have few natural predators – only man, sharks and the Orca whale.
Sounds of Bears: Each Bear family has a different sound, they growl and when angry they roar, Bear cubs make a hoarse bawl when they’re scared, they also make whuffing noises and they moan and grumble.
What is the name for a group of Bears?
What characteristic does this name imply?
**Both Sleuth and Sloth come from Old and Middle English. Some writers associate the idea of Bears often seeming to look for things with ‘sleuth’ or detective. Most agree that Sloth comes from Old English Slow-th, meaning slow. We now know that not all Bears are slow. In fact you should never run from a bear – he can cover 50 yards in 3 seconds! And your running will just encourage him.
Yards: an imperial measure equal to the metric measure of 0.9144. Discuss Imperial and Metric measures.
What sounds do baby bears make?
Sounds of the Butterfly: they flutter – an onomatapoeiac word.
Onomatapoeia is a “figure of speech” – it describes a word that itself sounds like the subject it refers to!
What are examples of onomatapoeiac words?
Baa-lamb. Baa is the sound that the lamb makes.
Or sizzle – the sound that the steak makes.
Buzz – the sound a bee makes.
What is a group of butterflies called?
Information not included in the poem: The butterfly has four different stages of growth: the Egg, 100-300 are laid at a time. The Caterpillar: the egg produces a caterpillar which grows to its final size and then becomes the Pupa (which are usually attached to the underside of a leaf), which finally produces the Butterfly.
All sounds are available online. Simply Google ‘Sound of the …’ and you will be taken either to a dedicated website or to YouTube.
“If I had a pony” by Julie Dascoli
Leave a commentIf I had a pony
If I had a pony, only if I did,
I would call him Darcy, Darcy the Kid.
I would feed him carrots and sometimes some hay,
I would brush his long tail and ride him all day.
Out of the paddock, through the rusty gate,
We’ll be friends forever, as Darcy’s my mate.
When the sun is setting, and the birds go to bed,
I will say “Good night,” and kiss his sweet head.

“The Seahorse and the Mermaid” by Madonna George
Leave a commentThe Seahorse and the MermaidThe seahorse and the mermaid went up to the water’s edge one dayTo glimpse at the world above-Together they winked and leapt out of the water and to golden sands they played.They strolled in the shine of the sun, and warmed their bodies and giggled some more.For their’s was an adventure that dayAn odyssey different to the sea.The shells they found were presents for Neptune and all the seahorses galore,that fretted and cried for seahorse’s absence.For they were creatures of the seaA family yet unamed by sciences and formulasThe mermaid she dipped her sunbronzed bodyback into the sea and sweetly murmured to the seahorseWait for me!Madonna George


