Teddy comes to town
One fine day I’d
love to meet
a teddy bear walking
down the street.
Wobble-bobble,
tubble-bobble,
a teddy bear walking
down the street.
We’d go shopping,
then to tea,
with cakes and sandwiches —
one, two, three.
tubble-bobble,
we’d fill our tummies, that
bear and me!
Next time you go
down the street,
perhaps a teddy bear
you will meet.
Wobble-bobble,
tubble-bobble,
a teddy bear walking
down the street.
The Illusive Toy
Whirr, whirr, bang, bang,
What a noise you make,
Spinning, spinning, all around,
I’m scared you might break.
You have a captive audience,
All mesmerised by you,
Darting here and darting there,
But seldom in our view.
You appear to be mysterious,
We don’t know what you are,
You dash in and out so quickly,
We only see you from afar.
My mind’s so undecided,
Is it just technology?
For I have no clue what it is,
Or what it’s meant to be.
Satin Bower Birds arrive in south eastern Victoria at the beginning of Autumn. They are attractive birds with brown and green feathers and a pattern like fish scales on their breast. The male bird, however, is a shiny, satin like blue-black. The male is very elusive, seen only occasionally flitting through the under storey. He spends the entire winter building and decorating his bower with found, or stolen, blue or shiny objects.
In the Autumn they arrive,
Resplendent in browns and green
But the elusive male will shyly hide
In his shining blue sateen.
A secretive bird, he’ll spend the hours
Titivating the bridal bower
With treasures stolen – or maybe found –
He’ll decorate the ground around.
When the bower – having reached perfection,
Is to the females satisfaction
They will all depart –
Leaving the bower to fall apart.
When the days shorten and the fogs roll in,
The birds will return and begin again.
I used to throw a Frisbee,
But it would never come back,
Billy Joe would make it worse,
The Frisbee he’d hijack.
One day I saw a programme,
About Aborigines,
There it was, the boomerang,
Thrown with so much ease.
The magic of the boomerang,
When thrown it comes back,
Saving time and energy,
Searching down some track.
It took a little time to learn,
But I’ve got it in the bag,
My boomerang is kind to me,
It returns, I shouldn’t brag.
Imagining a TARDIS by Celia Berrell
(Time And Relative Dimension In Space)
What a wonderful toy is the TARDIS.
Doctor Who’s little blue
police box.
It’s bigger inside.
So much stuff it can hide,
from a skate-park to
clean pairs of socks.
Owning a magical TARDIS,
do you think it’s a
secret we’d keep?
Or would that depend
on inviting some friends …
and whether we’d need any sleep?
With a stay-or-go-anywhere TARDIS,
there are infinite things
we could do.
It has so much appeal,
for a toy that’s not real …
let’s imagine instead that it’s true!
The physics of Doctor Who’s awesome time-travelling ship aren’t exactly science fiction: https://www.businessinsider.com.au/physics-of-the-doctor-who-tardis-box-2015-6?r=US&IR=T
The Slippery Slide
I’m the old slippery slide,
King of the playground,
All the kids slide down me,
As squeals and laughter sound.
Many things have been replaced,
However, I’m still there,
And lots of little bottoms,
Still slide down without a care.
Australian Children’s Poetry 