“Recycled Water” by Celia Berrell

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We’re 10cc’s of water and

although the Earth’s our base

we recently went travelling

up there – in outer space.

 

An astronaut had drunk us

just before his rocket ride.

And so we were the stowaways

that hid in his insides.

 

Meeting different molecules

we made a lot of friends.

With some we only mingled

while with others we held hands.

 

While staying in the astronaut

we all kept nice and warm

and floated round inside him and

explored his body’s form.

 

Eventually he moved us out.

So off we raced in glee.

With other friends I think we were

all classified as pee.

 

We found ourselves inside a box

with membrane walls all new.

Its holes were just the perfect size

for water to get through.

 

We said goodbye to all our friends

as they were far too fat

to wriggle through those membrane walls

and join us for a chat.

 

Now squeaky clean we hung around

inside some holding pen.

Until we found ourselves inside

the astronaut again!

“Polly Nation” Julie Cahill

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We’ve just installed a bee hive

in our garden – what a fright.

Well, that is what I thought when bumble bees came into sight.

I’d squeal and flap my arms around-

‘Don’t come next to me.

Get out of our garden, you’re spoiling dolly’s tea.

Polly put the kettle on,

we’ll scare them off with steam.’

It didn’t work and all I did was run and hide and scream.

But Mum and Dad explained my fear

which swiftly flew away.

‘Bees are good ecology,

ensuring coming days.

Busy workers demonstrate the ethics of hard work,

collecting pollen from the flowers-

the spreading is a perk.

Without the buzzy, fuzzy mites

we wouldn’t have our food.’

And being as I love my grub,

‘That would be mighty rude.’

“Tornado vs. Hurricane” by Julian Schirripa and Lisa McKibben

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This was submitted by a teacher in Queensland Lisa McKibben on behalf of her student Julian Schirripa.

“The Lion King” by Toni Newell

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The Lion King

 

A lion

Is known to be tough,

But cheated by family,

Is certainly rough.

The rough and the tough,

Come together to be,

Simba, the lion cub,

In this touching story.

 

The loss of his father,

Is devastating,

And the guilt served by Scar

Convinces him,

To leave The Pride Lands,

And a new life begin.

He meets new friends,

Along the way,

Who come under threat,

On this particular day.

Nala, his past love,

Has them in her sight,

But Simba intercepts,

And saves their plight.

In love again, from her he hears,

What Scar has done,

And they decide to return,

To where it had all begun.

 

 

He challenges Scar,

With the support of his friends,

In an effort to reclaim Pride Lands,

But Scar does not give in easily,

With the Hyenas he takes his stand.

They fight a battle and Simba wins,

When Scar begs for his life,

And offers to betray the Hyenas,

Who are now in strife.

Simba agrees on the condition that,

Scar leaves Pride Lands forever,

But Scar has one last thrust at him,

Which ends up not being clever.

He survives the fall and stands to meet,

The Hyenas who overheard all,

And Scar thus meets his maker,

Leaving Pride Lands once and for all.

Simba and Nala now return,

Accompanied by their friends,

And reclaim the reign of the kingdom,

Where this story almost ends.

But the real end to this story,

Which makes it more the merry,

Is Simba and Nala sharing their news,

Showing their new cub to the assembly.

“Mother Love” with Teacher Notes by J.R. Poulter

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“Dizzy Disney” by James Aitchison

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Dizzy Disney

 

The Lion King got Tangled

in Cinderellas hair,

while Pinocchios long nose

tripped Mulan on the stair.

Beauty and the Beast came down

to see what was the fuss,

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs

said, please do not blame us!

Aladdin called for silence,

The Little Mermaid cried,

Sleeping Beauty couldnt sleep,

but Pocahontas tried.

Bambi ran Into the Woods

and hid behind a log,

and Dumbo was Frozen when

The Princess kissed a Frog.

 

“Im mad about …..” by Katherine Gallagher

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I’m mad about . . .

 

 

I’m mad about honey

that’s runny and funny

 

I’m mad about cheese

that grows on old trees

 

I’m mad about chilli

that’s spice-cool and silly

 

I’m mad about eggs

and rainbow-striped veg

 

I’m mad about jam

on speckled green ham

 

I’m mad about pepper

the hotter the better

“First Fruit” by Stephanie Boase

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First Fruit

There’s a custard apple growing

On the custard apple tree!

The first fruit ever it bore.

I’ve watered and mulched

Since we planted it there

Two years ago, maybe more.

So oft have I searched 

For flowers and form;

A sign of a first fruit, fair.

But naught did I find

But a flower or two

That very soon wasn’t there,

Leaving nothing to show

But leaves, and so

I’ve waited as seasons slipped by.

When, to my disbelief

Hiding behind by a yellowing leaf, 

On the end of a drooping twig, I spy

A fist-sized, first fruit, fair! 

Perfectly formed and ripe to eat,

A custard apple growing just for me.

The first of many yet to come.

Thank you, thank you

Custard apple tree!

“WHOSE VEGIE IS WHOSE?” by James Aitchison

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WHOSE VEGIE IS WHOSE?

If your name is Elsie Babbage,

You’ve no choice — just eat cabbage.

 

If your name is Arthur Ellis,

Pick green beans from a trellis.

 

If your name is Roger Lovell,

Dig vegies with a shovel.

 

If your name is Charlie Cato,

You’ll only eat potato.

 

If your name is Betty Barratt,

You’re destined to eat carrot.

 

But if your name is Russel Proust,

Sorry — you’re stuck with Brussels sprouts!

“Absolute Zero” by Celia Berrell

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Molecules and atoms all

vibrate to Thermo’s beat.

Their energy’s identified

by measuring the heat.

 

Like line-dancers they stay in form

and keep their solid state

when Thermo’s music’s playing cool

and doesn’t change its rate.

 

By turning up the temperature

they break-dance out of line

and move about as liquid to

our Thermo’s up-beat time.

 

And when it’s hot they leap about

like maniacs with jazz,

escaping from their dance floor as

they change into a gas.

 

The winter in New Zealand can

be beautiful with snow,

a solid state of water which

is icy H2O.

 

And as the sunshine heats it up

its molecules go hip

and melt into a liquid that’s

in puddles, pools and drips.

 

Now pour some water in a pan

and heat it on a stove.

You’ll see the bubbles forming

then escaping in their droves.

 

We know that’s steam or vapour

that is wafting from the pot.

You’ve witnessed water’s three-phased states

from freezing, warm and hot.

 

When solids change to liquid form

it’s called their melting point.

That temperature is different

for different elements.

 

Hot volcano temperatures

can melt Earth’s crusty rock

while Nitrogen on Triton’s only

found as gas or frost.

 

Elements and compounds can

exist in different phases,

solid, liquid or as gas.

It varies as heat changes.

 

And out in space those temperatures

can really be extreme

from freezing void to hottest sun

and all that’s in between.

 

But even in our universe

the coolest it can go

is measured as one Kelvin,

never Absolute Zero.

 

This name describes the temperature

where atoms fail to move.

If Thermo turned their music off

they couldn’t even groove!