I didn’t do nothing wrong, 

honest I didn’t.

Well, if you look under the

dining table,

you might find something

that shouldn’t be there.

It just happened.

I’m so sorry.

Am I in trouble?

Mother’s Day should be every day,

Every day of the year!

Her love is never-ending,

Her time she’s always spending,

We wouldn’t last a minute

Without our mothers in it,

So let’s celebrate our Mother’s Day,

Because we hold her dear!

A plant that makes fruit 
to disperse its seed 
will give many creatures 
a juicy feed. 

They’ll gobble it up 
then travel a bit. 
The seeds come out later 
in excrement. 

The seed’s ready-planted 
in clumps of dung. 
A long way from home 
and its prying Mum. 

With plenty of food 
that will help it grow, 
it does what it likes … 
‘cos its mother won’t know!



Find out more about seed dispersal techniques at: 
https://kids.kiddle.co/Seed_dispersal

He stands back, admiring his artwork.
It’s finished and ready to view.
My brother has obvious talent
for someone who’s not even two.

He’s used the whole packet of crayons,
the colours are simply divine.
He’s captured his circles and squiggles
in such a creative design.

But Grannie’s not praising my brother.
She doesn’t look happy at all.
If only he’d drawn on the paper
and not on her living room wall.

I took off a sock

and got a shock —

my toes had all turned green.

I took off the other,

and what a bother —

there wasn’t a toe to be seen!

I walked in light
one sacred night,
while mulga dreamed
of morning bright.

Beyond the light
and colours bright,
the desert oaks
unseen and quiet.

A sand witch ate a
sandwich,
which tasted
very good.
Then she took
another bite,
one more than 
she should.
Let the sand witch's sandwiches,
which the sand witch ate,
be a warning to you:
eating too many sandwiches
can send you too to the loo!