There once was a poor ballerina.
Her tutu might have been much cleaner.
But she munched on a biscuit,
a blunder to risk it,
a Tim-Tam, a small misdemeanour.

Your voice lit the world with song,
And honestly, we loved you.
Fame found you, raised you up,    
But changed you not, it's true...

And then your voice found a cause,
A purpose — lives to save.
A new Olivia we saw:
Undaunted, kind, and brave...

We hear your voice singing still,
Olivia Newton-John.
In Australian hearts you'll stay, 
The girl who's never gone.

An impressive, aggressive iguana
while eating his breakfast banana
slipped on the skin
went into a spin
and ended up flying to Ghana.
 
 
 

There was a young fellow named Scott,
Whose nose kept on filling with snot.
So with one mighty blow
He caused blood then to flow 
And immediately wished he had not.

There once was a postie called Progge

Who had a most wonderful dog

It could carry more letters

Than fifteen red setters

And he never got lost in the fog! 

There was a young boy known as Owen
Who was so full of joy he was glowin’
   You could tell by his smile,
   Like a Big Country Mile
His front teeth had just started growin’

The Library 

I can’t leave the library without armfuls of tales 
About kings and queens, about sharks and whales 
There’s fantasy and mystery
And biographies and history
Books about crime
That don’t cost a dime
As I carefully scan my book
I cast a quick look
I simply can’t just borrow one
When there is so much to be done
If I am to read the lot
How many can I get how many have I got