Banana on the bus

Bananas in a yellow stream

Have tumbled from the bus.

If you eat one and I do too,

There’s plenty there for us.

Bananas falling everywhere,

But where are all the bins?

If we eat ev’ry single one,

Where will we put their skins?

Spring cycle

When winter leaves

Leaves grow again,

Again the buds of spring

Spring into life,

Life takes on a new meaning,

Meaning of course it’s spring.

Spring, when winter leaves

Leaves grow again,

Again the world is new,

New — and freshly scented,

Scented with flowers and hope,

Hope that trouble, like winter, leaves.

Why must there be a tunnel?

                 (I’m tired of well-meaning metaphors!)

Why must there be a tunnel,

With light a distant dot?

Light is all around us;

It’s tunnels we ain’t got.  

Why must there be a glass?

Seems strange to measure hope.

Hope is never half or full,

It’s plentiful in scope.

Message in a bottle

A message in a bottle,

Washed up by the sea,

Written by a mermaid,

Especially for me.

“I hope you’ll come and see me,”

That is what she wrote,

In beautiful handwriting

Upon her watery note.

“You’ll find me in the ocean,

“It’s really very clear:

“Latitude 15,

“And longitude just near.”

Ahoy there, Corona

On the bad, bad ship Corona,

Captain Covid spies

People coming too close —

Oh what a lovely prize!

He calls, “Ahoy!  Fresh treasure, lads,”

And his virus acts,

Attacking those amongst us

Where hygiene is too lax.

So let’s sink the bad Corona,

Captain Covid too,

Because I wish good health

For everyone like you!

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.

Wobble-bobble,

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 Willie Wagtail is Australia’s best-loved and best-known fantail.  And that tail wags constantly — side to side — as its owner scurries across the lawn seeking insects for a snack.  Wagtails don’t mind us humans, but aggressively defend their own territories against feathered interlopers.  You can tell the wagtail by its call that’s heard night and day; it sounds like “sweet-pretty-creature”. 

Willie Wagtail

Sweet pretty creature, 

sweet pretty creature,

that’s the sound of your call.

Sweet pretty creature,

sweet pretty creature,

the sweetest call of all.

Sweet pretty creature,

sweet pretty feature,

we love your wagging walk.

Sweet pretty creature,

sweet pretty creature,

if only you could talk.