Wish for wings, oh, little bird
sitting in the tree.
Why do you sit there
looking at me?
The sun is shining,
the air is clear.
Is that another bird’s
song you hear?
You cock your head
and listen with care
then flutter away,
soft wings on air.
I wish that I
had wings like you
to glide on the breeze
through the sky so blue.
Fabulous flecks of feather-white fluff gracefully fall from a frozen sky.
But moisture and cold aren’t quite enough to make water droplets solidify.
Most of those freezing flakes of snow use something alive on which to grow.
Those Jack Frost patterns will only start when a microbe lies at a snowflake’s heart.
Smoky plumes of sulphur fumes, yellow against those molten rocks, this scene’s by a volcano where eruptions haven’t stopped.
Splashing sea with hissing glee we see where steaming lava ran into the chilly ocean and turned to dark obsidian.
The reddest, hottest minerals, when slowly cooled, turn crystalline. But liquid rocks are shocked to glass when quickly cooled by ocean’s brine.
Who spilled the rainbow?
Who turned it upside down?
Now all the colours
Are messed up on the ground.
It must have been some silly bird
Not watching where it flew –
It brought the rainbow
Crashing down
In a shower of goo.
I saw the erky-perky bird flying through the sky. I saw the erky-perky bird had only got one eye.
It did an erky-perky from high up in the sky. But when it circled back again, I saw its second eye!
The moral of the story's clear: Do not be misled. The erky-perky bird has eyes both sides its head.
Australian Children’s Poetry 