“Pet Food” by J. R. Poulter

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“Handy Health” by James Aitchison

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HANDY HEALTH 

I am a little virus,

I come from overseas.

At first I make you sniffle,

And then I make you sneeze.

 

My name is COVID-19,

I’ll make you very sick.

But if you wash your hands clean,

You can give me the flick.

 

Wash your hands with lots of soap

Or a sanitiser

That way you will guard your health,

And be smart and wiser!

“Friends” by Julie Cahill

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Wally Wombat found some food,
in a bowl all large and round.
Kangarilla Kangaroo was foraging on the ground.
The fires had taken all their grub,
the ashes burnt kanga’s toes.
And as the wombat gobbled nuts,
he felt the other’s woes.
‘Come and share,’ he called in Wombat,
a foreign tongue indeed.
But Kararilla saw him summon,
and hopped his way with speed.
It happened then, the grumpy dog
whose food was in HIS bowl . . .
He let the creatures
fill their bellies,
while kindness filled his soul.

“Hand in hand” by Marques Dobrow

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HAND IN HAND

Washing hands is very wise

Before you eat, or rub your eyes.

A smart way to avoid infection

Without the need for sharp injections.

 

Put warm water in the sink;

The use of soap is wise, I think.

Bid those germs “Auf wiedersehen

As you wash them down the drain.

 

Underneath your fingernails

Is often where the dirt prevails.

In between your fingers too

Must be cleaned of gunk and goo.

 

Make the effort, take your time

To cleanse yourself of grease and grime.

When the time to stop commands,

Grab a towel and dry your hands.

 

Washing hands: it won’t take long;

It keeps you healthy, safe and strong.

If this task you’re undertaking,

It’s your hand I shall be shaking.

“Clean Hands” with Teacher Notes by J. R. Poulter

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“How to have hygienic hands“  by Celia Berrell

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How to have hygienic hands

 

Some harmful bugs

we’ve touched will hide

in crinkly creases,

moist or wide;

in crevices

and groovy spots

of which our hands

have quite a lot.

 

Make sure the soap

will never fail

to rummage under

fingernails.

And rub each

padded fingerprint

upon a palm

or handy dint.

 

Then soap and rub

each finger base –

those webby bits,

with fingers laced.

When rinsed and dried

our hands are ACE …

unless we touch

our nose and face!

 

https://www.newscientist.com/letter/mg24532690-100-handwashing-technique-more-important-than-time/

“Tornado Touchdown” by Julian Schirripa and Lisa McKibben

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“Friends” by Katherine Gallagher

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It was Zorba, the song that started us,

back there at our family’s in Carlton –

one foot forward and across, arms and shoulders linked.

Everyone could do it – all ages stepping out:

children with adults, those guys who said

they couldn’t dance – whole lines weaving

to the same steps, a homage to Theodorakis,

recently imprisoned for his music.

Songs that could sing on their own

with enough bouzoukis to quicken a city.

 

“Toilet Paper” by James Aitchison and “The Great Toilet Paper Chase” by Julie Cahill

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TOILET PAPER

 

Dunny roll, dunny roll,

Where art thou?

There’s none in the shops

Or anywhere now!

 

Dunny roll, dunny roll,

Such a shame!

Not a sheet in sight,

And we’re all to blame!

 

We can do without pies,

Yes, we can!

But toilet paper?

Oh man, oh man!

 

The Great Toilet Paper Chase

Old Mother Hubbard went to her cupboard
to fetch her poor dog a bone.
When she got there the cupboard was full
of loo rolls and tissues, alone.
‘Don’t look at me,’ said the dog, honestly,
‘I don’t shop, nor do I talk.’
He spotted his lead and at breakneck speed
asked to go for a walk.
As they passed the first store
a man burst through the door,
‘Best hurry before they run out.’
The dog tripped him up, being a pup,
and the man went down with a clout.
His plastic bags burst and rolls of loo paper
rolled into curbs; jumped the fence,
while the panicked folk snatched
and grabbed and bagged
the last of Australia’s sense.

 

 

“This man About Town” by Margaret Pearce

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In an urban residence

Lurks that animal of leisure

Barks work is for peasants

Life is for pleasure.

 

A beautiful Border Collie

From a hard working breed

Sneers chasing sheep a folly

A hard way to get a feed.

 

He wears his devotion

And his loyalty so fair

And his loving emotion

With an elegant air.

 

Always complacent

And so very smug

The most perfect mate

To accept a hug.

 

Why be judgemental 

That he prefers to play

He’s worth the rental

So around he will stay.

 

oooOooo

 

©

Margaret Pearce