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Whose nose is nosiest? by James Aitchison

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Who can smell the farthest,

an animal or us?

Like, I can smell a meat pie

from the back seat of the bus!

But that isn’t very far,

for when I looked up all the facts,

we can smell about five feet —

that’s one point five metres max!

Dogs’ noses are much better —

they can sniff scents near and far,

about two thousand metres

away from where they are!

But the elephant beats all,

sniffing scents twelve miles away,

that’s nineteen thousand metres,

on any given day.

Now if I could grow a trunk,

I’d increase my sense of smell,

but I think I’ll keep my nose —

it fits my face quite well!

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Mr Whale Says Hello by Bill Mallard

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Ahoy there, school of fish,
who may you be?
“We are not fish, we are children.
We don’t belong in the sea.”

Then how are you swimming beside me 
as if you are under the water?
“We aren’t swimming, we’re walking.
We’re dry while you’re getting wetter.”

Walking you say. I heard that a fish
tried something like that,
before my time.

“Yes, we learnt that at school. 
Our teacher said 
fish became mammals 
on leaving the sea behind.”

That means we’re related 
and you’re just like me!
“Yes, Mr Whale, we are just like you
because we all came from the sea.”

Mr Whale Says Hello by Bill Mallard

Artwork: AQUARIUM by Kaushani Mufti

Bendy Wendy by James Aitchison

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Bendy Wendy the contortionist

could tie herself in knots:

not just one or two knots,

but lots and lots and lots!

Until she got so twisted,

like a piece of rope,

and no one could undo her,

they all just gave up hope.

But one winter’s morning

Wendy caught a cold,

she sneezed and sneezed so hard,

her body just unrolled.

Bendy Wendy by James Aitchison

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After Lunch (Nonet) by Jeanie Axton

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The school yard is a pooches banquet

they rummage the playground for scraps

scuffs between feathers and fur 

for a cold sausage roll

in wet paper wrap

a fritz sandwich

added cheese

means a

feast 

After Lunch (Nonet) by Jeanie Axton

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Who Does What? by Toni Newell

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A wasp, a worm
Which one does squirm
I do believe
It is the worm!
A fly, a mosquito
Which one does buzz
I do believe
The mosquito does.
A cat, a dog
Which one meows
I do believe
It’s the cat somehow
A hen, a rooster
Which one does crow
I believe it’s the rooster
In his morning show.
A horse, a cow
Which one does moo
I do believe
That the cow must do.
A sheep, a goat
Which one does baa
I do believe
It’s the sheep by far.

We all do have
Our different voices
But human’s can
Mimic all the noises.

Who Does What? by Toni Newell

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A Long Way to the End of the Pool by Rachael Koch

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Today’s the day, our carnival.
We’ll race across the pool.
The sun is beating down on us
but the water will be cool.

I’m in my brand new swimming shorts.
I’ve got my goggles ready.
Imagine gold upon my chest!
My nerves are holding steady.

I line up at the starting blocks
with Ali, Sam and Tim.
I’m ready for the siren’s sound,
if only I could swim!  

A Long Way to the End of the Pool by Rachael Koch

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IMAGINE THIS by Jeanette Swan

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If we could float in a paper boat, 

we’d rock and bob on the turquoise sea,

I would sing for you in Imaginese

so painted whales rise from the deep.

If we could float in a paper boat,

I’d call flotillas of butterflies

to flutter and bumble across the sky

past clouds where dreamy creatures fly.

Could you imagine this was true?

This is what I wish we’d do.

IMAGINE THIS by Jeanette Swan

Artwork: YOU ARE HERE by Hayley Gillespie

You Have Teeth by Marque Dobrow

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You have teeth inside your head,
To help you chew and
Swallow your food,
So as you won’t drop dead.
That is what I said.
Some people with teeth inside their head,
Can take them out at night
And put them in a glass beside the bed,
Before they catch some zeds.
What a wonderful privilege
To have teeth inside your head.
And if you can remember
To keep your gums from turning red,
Your teeth shall stand you in good stead.
Other beasts also have teeth inside their head.
Some from which I’ve fled.
Like the snake, several dogs and a horse named Fred.
I enjoy having teeth inside my head.
I aim to keep them there.
And if I do,
I will be well fed.
But if I don’t,
My fate I’ll no doubt dread.
For to a dentist I’ll be led.

You Have Teeth by Marque Dobrow

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Getting Sorted by James Aitchison

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One day I opened my wardrobe

and all the junk fell out!

Ten pairs of filthy shoes 

and a half-eaten Brussels sprout.

There were socks that smelled really gross,

some old underpants and a book,

and in a plastic lunchbox,

I found the remains of a chook.

A football my dog had chewed,

a tube of cream for my zits,

a few dead flies and a lizard,

and a shirt that no longer fits.

Such a disgusting mess —

I didn’t know what to say.

Back into the wardrobe it went,

To be sorted another day!

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Postcard from a Penguin by James Aitchison

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Hello, human,

how do you do?

Today’s my day

to write to you.

I’m a bird,

but I don’t have wings.

I have flippers —

very handy things!

I can fly through water

in search of fish.

A nice fresh squid 

is my favourite dish.

Some of us are blue,

others black and white;

when we come ashore

we make a great sight.

We hope you’ll always

be our friend —

keep the oceans clean

from end to end!

With waddling wishes,

         A penguin

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