Living and Giving by Jan Darling

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Hello! Is anyone there?  Hello and Hello!
I’m the handsome Cape African buffalo
No one’s succeeded in taming me
So I live contented, wild and free

Apart from hopeful lions and crocs
I survive quite well with very few shocks.
My worst nightmare? to be stalked and hunted
And by men with guns to be confronted

They shoot me dead, my blood runs red
Then on their walls they mount my head.
No care that each pair of stolen horns
Leaves a buffalo mother who weeps and mourns.

We’re one of Africa’s most dangerous beasts
At frightening hunters, we’re quite the artistes.
We’re heavy and stocky and pretty darned large
So, gun bearing hunters who force us to charge

Take one of us on and you take on the herd
We all fight together, once given the word.
Both buffalo genders grow great curly horns
Just perfect for running through bush and through thorns

The horns of the male grow a whole fifth longer
And they’re joined in the middle to make them stronger
This difference in structure is called the ‘boss’
The females don’t have it, but it’s really no loss.

Cape’s a strong buffalo – eighteen hours on the go
Daily hunting and grazing and dodging his foe
Thirty points off two m* is around his height –
Now that’s tall enough to give hunters a fright.

And get this:  he can often weigh close to a ton
A beast that size could sure spoil your fun.
Now – here’s a special word to enrich your life
But using it may cause all sorts of strife

Most people your age have never seen it
And yet in some ways they’ve probably been it!
Well come on then, let’s have the word
I want to be a clever nerd.

Symbiotic’s the word, it means helping each other
Working together, like friend and brother.
An example of this is the buffalo’s cleaner
On head or back, you’ll not see one keener

Than the little Oxpecker who scours his skin
Making really sure that no nasties get in.
The Oxpecker bird has a bill red or yellow
He’s a useful mate and a really good fellow.

He picks off the ticks that bother the buff’
He eats all the insects that make his life rough
And by cleaning his friend he gets a good meal
And both of them reckon that that’s a good deal.

Without the bird he’d be covered with ticks
That’s not a good way to get your kicks
So the little Oxpecker performs this service
He does it for free – no need to get nervous

They give to each other, that’s really nice
And there’s never a word said about price.
That’s all for today of the African jungle
My brain’s asleep and I don’t want to bungle

The info I share ‘bout this Natural wonder
And the dear little birds who peck and plunder
So I’ll say goodbye and a snooze I’ll borrow –
I’ll be on the next page as soon as tomorrow.

*m = metres

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Roo-minations by Jan Darling

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Now make yourselves comfy with cushions or couch…..
I have secrets to tell you about the pouch.
But try to sit straight, please do not slouch
‘cause that would turn me into a grouch.
Now let me find a good place to crouch,
Then truth I will tell you – for that I’ll vouch.

How many creatures, would you guess at or think
Have pouches in which their young can drink?
We’ll only count those in our country because
Their number is huge, even just here in Oz.
Kinds of marsupials who live here and thrive
Add up to one hundred and forty-five!

Most of their pouches will open at front
A few open backwards – how’s that for a stunt?
Do they slide into pouch down over the belly?
Or poised on the ground – jump into the valley?
One thing’s for certain, however they enter
From back or from front, they aim for the centre.

Why, then, do some pouches face towards tail?
…. to protect their young from rain and hail?
No! for food or shelter mum has to dig earth,
Which means all the soil would be aimed at the girth;
If her pouch were to open towards the trees
It would fill up with earth and joey would sneeze!

Now which of our friends their tummies will comb
To keep a neat front on a back-facing home?
Wombats and bilbies, Tassie devils and quolls,
Plus bandicoots, koalas and marsupial moles.
I think that I’ve named each motherly digger
If I’ve missed someone off – the list will be bigger.

Marsupials live widely, except in the sea,
Some live on the ground and some in a tree;
Your wombats will burrow  (they like to stay snug)
Where it’s better for snaffling a juicy bug.
The wee pygmy possum who lives above snow
High in the Alps, his family will grow.

Most of our roos live in desert and scrub
And only when grazing will they form a club.
They’re not very chummy or prone to join gangs
They keep to themselves and avoid boomerangs.
They don’t elect leaders to steer them through strife,
They don’t even bond with a regular wife.

Some say that this lack of common society
Is the cause of the roo’s constant sobriety.
Too hot to find food in the heat of the day,
They rest till it’s time to hunt and make hay.
At dusk they prepare to take the night air,
Then go out to find food, perchance to pair.

Do all the marsupials enjoy the same food?
That depends on the kind of marsupial brood!
Kangas, koalas and wombats eat plants,
Depending on what their locality grants.
Bandicoots and possums eat whatever’s in sight,
Meat, plant or insect – if they’re hungry, they’ll bite.

The Tasmanian Devil will eat only meat
He’s a cute little fellow but slow on his feet.
Thirteen k’s per hour is not very quick
But he gets enough food for his lips to lick.
Other marsupials eat insects and gnats
And try to avoid confrontations with cats.

Herbivores, omnivores, carnivores, too
Insectivores also you’ll find in the Zoo.
Marsupials too have a trick with their teeth
There’s no second set there in the gums, beneath –
This wonderful mammal keeps the first forever
To chew, chomp and nibble – that’s ever so clever.

From whence came they here?  Arriving which year?
We can only share with you what we can hear.
Word is that this species (and few are finer)
Came from afar – it’s thought to be China!
And the time they arrived will give you a shock
Fifty million in years, says Nature’s clock!

That long ago?  What was their route?
They came as they were, not one wore a suit!
They moved out from the East and arrived in the West,
Via the Americas, not wanting to rest;
Through the Antarctic snows they continued their quest
To the land of Australia, the place they love best.

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Waiting in the Queue by Jan Darling

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‘Oh please let me in’ said the bear who was grizzly
‘I’m doing a show, I don’t want it frizzly.’
He tugged at his hair, that fussy old bear
‘I’ve just had it dyed, it used to be fair’.
Those waiting in line just smiled at each other
Ev’ryone happy to help their brother.

A worm who was third from the start of the queue
Was shivering hard and fast turning blue
‘What’s wrong with this bus? It’s broken down?
Will anyone ever get into the town?’
The town was twinkling and bright with its light
Some in the queue were starting to fight.

A big bird with a bandage around one wing
Started to dance the highland fling
A pelican said to a stork ‘Outrageous!
I do hope this madness is not contagious.’
The stork looked at him squarely and quietly said
‘I wish I were home and tucked into my bed’.

Three canaries were singing (they’d been to a dance)
The song they were singing was written in France
They yodelled and trilled all over the scales
They even tried singing the song of the whales.
They ordered some orange and cherry ice cream
Enough to feed a whole basketball team.

The ice cream arrived and the queue they went crazy
Except for the piglets – they’re terribly lazy,
They wanted some oak nuts, acorns they’re called,
They said they grew hair and no-one was bald.
Maybe it’s true that nuts cover the scalp
But nobody there needed that kind of help.

The crowd suddenly hushed and fell into silence
Somewhere behind was an outbreak of violence
A basketball team had arrived with some melons
Those in the crowd believed they were felons
(people who steal from others their treasures)
Getting caught redhanded was one of their pleasures!

The whole scene looked stupid to Harry the Horse
Who was trying to study the subject of Morse
He tapped then he paused and waited for action
His hoof immune from outer distraction
He tapped dah dah dit, dit dah, dah and dit*
(If it worked he would make a quick dash for it.)

Did you hear about Harry’s ultimate fate?
His message was read – it opened the gate!
Harry leapt forth and came in number nine
And met a young filly he thought was divine;
When Harry proposed she promised to tryst
‘Cos Harry had asked with a flick of his wrist.

Well, you might think that this is all rot,
That all horses can do is gallop and trot,
But Harry believed he could dominate fate
By placing his faith in the power to create.
The message he’d sent by dah and by dit
Had stretched his talent and used all of his wit.

Dah dah dit, tapped in Morse will give you a ‘g’
Dit dah gives you ‘a’, dah and dit ‘t’ and ‘e’
So Harry the Horse repeated his offer,
Confirmed he was humble and empty his coffer;
And Tilly the Filly was thrilled with his Morse
And she happily neighed ‘Oh Harry, of course’.

Sorry I am, about this diversion
I have an aversion to total immersion
The queue got itself rattled
They all tittle-tattled
The bus arrived late and was slow to unload
But who jumped out first? Of course – the toad.

*In Morse code this spells GATE

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“ The Year of The Male Metal Rat” by Jan Darling

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THE YEAR OF THE MALE METAL RAT

 

Not only the Year of the Rat – not that!

It’s the Year of the Male Metal Rat.

Rats like hard work and their focus aims out

They prefer to be active, they don’t like to doubt.

They’re powerful and strong like the blade of a knife

They have rigid opinions on money and life.

 

Boy Rats are clever and quick to adapt

Girl Rats are homely, in family they’re rapt

Their houses are tidy, all things in their place

They care for their families with prudence and grace

Boy Rats are creative and keen to advance

They have good ideas but don’t seize the chance.

 

Rat is the first of zodiacal years

*He tricked the Ox and jumped over his ears!

They’re liked by most and they’re usually kind

They’re technical thinkers, by study refined.

Rat may design buildings, his detail is fine

Engineering is also a likely Rat line.

 

They’re gifted with brains but say things that may hurt

Rats tell you the truth but sometimes sound curt.

As workers in teams they’re not at their best

Creating’s their thing – with ideas they’re blest.

They’re said to bring wealth in gen’rous profusion

All Rats make good friends – that’s my conclusion.

 

 

 

 

*according to myth the Jade Emperor decided to allocate the zodiacal years by the order in which the invited animals arrived at his party. Rat tricked Ox into giving him a ride and when they reached the finishing line Rat jumped over his ears and claimed first place.

“Year of the Pig” by Jan Darling

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THE YEAR OF THE PIG  2019

 

I’m a Pig! I’m a Pig! I am patient and kind

I’m not the smartest but I don’t mind.

I’m trustworthy, indulgent, with a big sense of humour

If they say I’m lazy, it’s only a rumour.

 

Pigs born at morning are moody but reckless

They leap before looking, sometimes they’re feckless.

Pigs born in the noon, now they fight with heart

As long as they’re helped a bit at the start.

 

Pigs born at night, they’re full of fight

They alone know how to do everything right.

But these traits can be varied according to age

They’re only true at a certain stage.

 

Boy Pigs for instance are low-key and trusting

Easily fooled, they may just take a dusting.

Girl pigs are gentle and mostly seek peace

They’re given to kindness and not to caprice.

 

Luck and good fortune may bless the Pig

With honest sincerity showing up big

Understanding and giving, never spiteful or mean

The Pig is a really fine Human Bein’!

“Spirit of the Wolf” by Jan Darling

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Spirit of the Wolf

 

 

The child sat still at the Wise Man’s side, her hand upon her chin

‘What is it that disturbs you, child?  What struggles are within?’

The child, wide-eyed, sized up the Man and whispered ‘What’s your name?

The Wise Man answered with a smile ‘I am who I became’.

 

‘What do you mean?’ the child replied ‘you arewho you became?

Aren’t you the same as yesterday – or is this just a game?’

‘It’s Life, my child, and that’s no game – it can be good or bad

You live it happy if you’re kind – or you can live it sad.

 

‘We each are one, but also three, there’s Dark and Light and Me

I am the Heart who works with love and the thief who cheats it free.

I am the Spirit of the Wolf – a prowler of the Night

By day the body still is Wolf – and yet the Soul is bright.

 

‘They’re part of every choice you make, to hinder or to help;

They wind you up, they let you down, they whimper or they yelp;

They’re always fighting for your Will, they both set out to win;

But one day You will win the match and welcome both within.

 

‘One Wolf is dark and angry, he snaps and he is mean

He sees the worst in everyone and often vents his spleen.

He’s selfish and he’s envious, he sneers at weakness too,

When he is loosed your friends will ask Is this really you?

 

‘One Wolf is soft and caring, his every act is kind;

He loves the world and all therein – with balm his soul is lined.

His days are filled with joy and love and tender-hearted care

He’s careful to live in peace, with everyone he’ll share.’

 

The child was quiet and then she asked ‘Do I have Wolves in me?

If there’s a place where they’ll be friends – will you give me the key?

I’m sometimes very angry, I stamp my foot and scream

And other times I feel so good, it’s like my life’s a dream.

 

‘I don’t know why I have these moods, they make me feel so funny

I don’t like grizzly grumpy days – I’d like to make them sunny.

How can I have my Wolves be friends? How can I make them happy?

I’d like them to help me be myself, the self who’s never snappy.’

 

‘That’s good my child because, you know, it’s all to do with diet

The Light Wolf solves your problems by thinking in the quiet,

He turns your actions into food that never causes pains

He helps with resolutions so all can count the gains.

 

‘The Dark Wolf fights against success, he hates to live in peace,

His job is to confuse you, so your anger will increase;

He feeds on your frustrations, your pain is his dessert,

He’s never ever hungry when a friend he makes you hurt.

 

‘Dark Wolf is ever prowling though the mazes of your mind,

When he’s in charge your kindest act is always undermined.

He feeds on negativity and loves to see you fail

When you feel strong, he cackles, convincing you you’re frail.

 

‘No stronger than the Light Wolf, but he can strike you dumb

He strokes your ego daily making out that he’s your chum;

He doesn’t want to help you, he’s looking for the nerve

That captures soul and psyche so he alone you’ll serve.

 

‘So, Child, I cannot tell you more, for each of us must choose

To find our ways in Light or Dark – our acts our souls infuse.

Our Wolves both hunger for success, and each does fight with zest

It’s up to you to choose the Wolf whose diet fits you best.

 

‘We change each day through what we do, what acts of love we offer

We live our lives within this love that we do freely proffer.

Each day we change, we snuff the spark – or fire we do reclaim

Tis thus I know for certain that I am who I became.’

 

She looked at him as still she sat, her hand upon her chin,

She looked as though she wrangled with two Wolves who fought within.

‘Which Wolf will win this fight?’ she asked ‘Which Wolf will now succeed?’

‘The Wolf who eats the most’ he said ‘the Wolf that sates his greed.’

 

‘And if I starve him of his food, if no lie I ever tell..

Will he starve and shrink and shrivel up, consign himself to hell?’

‘He will do that’ the Wise Man said ‘and you’ll have done your duty

To make a world of gentle Wolves who love you for your beauty.’

“The Polar Bears’ Secret” by Jan Darling

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THE POLAR BEARS’ SECRET

 

 

Dear Jame-y you defame me

I’m not white at all.

This is a subject of confusion –

I’m just an optical illusion!

 

The colour white is made of light

All the colours blended bright.

 

But me – I’m a Polar Bear

Not one colour do I wear!

Except my skin – my skin is black!

But please don’t feel you’re taken aback.

 

What trick is it that shows me white?

A strange reaction of the light?

This strange reaction’s not refraction

But something closer to attraction.

 

I have two kinds of hair – one long and strong:

Tapered and hollow, if I’m not wrong.

It’s filled with air and called the ‘guard’

(Understanding this is really hard).

 

It’s made of stuff just like our nails

Not unlike a fish’s scales.

When sunrays hit my hollow hair

They bounce around while they’re in there,

 

They create a kind of incandescence

Something like a ‘transparescence

In Polar Bear’s it’s the quintessence

Of what is called our luminescence.

 

So – every time my hair sees light

It makes my coat look really white!

 

 

 

PS​ The other kind of hair I wear

is short and thick my warmth to snare.

 

 

Jan Darling

“Monkeys” by Jan Darling

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CURIOUS COLLECTIVES    NO. 12  

MONKEYS

I kept reading and counting and reading some more

Till I reached two hundred and sixty four

That’s the number of species in the world of the Monkey

That’s a BIG number – that’s really funky.

 

To complicate things a little bit more

(at this point my eyes began to get sore)

They’re divided again by where they are found

In the East or the West, up trees, on the ground.

 

Turns out it’s easier to go by the times

When we’re talking of Monkeys from different climes

The Old World Monkey has a different nose

And his tail’s less supportive when he’s on his toes.

 

They all live in Africa and all over Asia

Seventy eight species – enough to amaze ya.

The Old World Monkey has a narrower nose

And his tail’s less useful when dealing with foes.

 

But the New World Monkey’s *prehensile of tail

Adding grip, swing and style – through the trees he can sail;

His side-facing nostrils and a nose which is flatter

Let him breathe easy while sharing his chatter.

 

Where is his homeland – this Monkey-come-lately?

Is it Norway or Russia or somewhere less stately?

He hails from America, the land in the South

Where he lives his life happy, not just hand to mouth.

 

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Who’s the tiniest Monkey on all of the Earth?

In West Amazon basin his mother gives birth

The Pygmy Marmoset looks neat on your hand

(Being kept as a pet is not everywhere banned).

 

He’s around 6 inches, that’s reeeaally small

And six ounces he weighs – head to toe that is all.

He’s covered with fur – gray, tawny or gold

He can live to fifteen – now that’s pretty old.

 

His tail beats his body – it’s LONGER than that

It’s strong and it’s muscly, with no useless fat.

He can leap in the air to fifteen feet

Fifteen feet! He’s six inches?  That’s really neat.

 

They talk to each other with chatter and trilling

In pitches so high your eardrum’s not willing

To listen to sound so hurtful to ears.

Listening too long can bring you to tears.

 

In families they live together for life

Facing each problem, solving their strife

The Troop (as they’re called) can number round nine

At night: they will rest; daily: hunt, hide and dine.

 

They eat leaves, bugs and plants and love to sip sap

They waste nothing when eating, not even a scrap.

Their heads they can swing from east right to west

One eighty degrees – with broad view they are blest.

 

From danger they hide, jumping branch over tree

Dashing and leaping to keep themselves free,

Forest plants offer cover, and their colour does blend

Into the background, the foliage their friend.

 

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So, friends of the Monkey…  what do youthink?

You’d like a Monkey who’s special – what about pink?

Take a look at the Mandrill, he’s clearly no frump

Blue and red on the face and a brightly hued rump.

 

The Mandrill’s from Old World and lives where it rains

In equatorial forests, not open plains;

There’s no Monkey as colourful in jungle or Zoo

As the world’s biggest Monkey – the Mandrill, that’s who!

 

His face is clean shaven, the better to show

His features in colours that brilliantly glow

He eats roots, fruits and insects, small animals, too

And the Mandrill most colourful is first in the queue.

 

They live all together in hundreds called Hordes

They’re generally happy, not crossing swords,

They groom each other as most **primates do

Whether living in the wild or at home in the Zoo.

 

How big does this biggest of all Monkeys grow?

Sixty kilo’s the biggest on record, we know.

The female grows half of the size of the male

He’s always more colourful, she tends toward pale.

 

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We’ve Monkeys from Old World and New World – that’s swell

We’ve done smallest and biggest and brightest as well

But there’s still something more of interest to know

About how people describe Monkey groups when on show.

 

In general you’ll hear more Collectives in use –

Remembering’s easy, their meanings are loose.

You’ll find Monkeys in Barrels, in Tribes and in Troops

In Missions and Cartloads – all terms for their Groups.

 

And most fun of all is to watch them at play

They’re very like us when they join in the fray

The Infants are cared for by all of the Troop

Aunts, uncles and cousins are kept in the loop.

 © Jan Darling

*prehensile: means capable of grasping.  Monkeys use their prehensile tails for balancing when on the ground and for grasping when tree-swinging.

**primates are an order of mammals which is distinguished by having hands and hand-like feet and forward-facing eyes.  They are often agile tree-dwellers.  Monkeys, apes, marmosets, lemurs, bushbabies and humans (not so agile when swinging through trees) all share these features

Teaching notes

  1. Compare Imperial measures used in this verse to Metric.
  2. 6 inches = 15.2cms
  3. 6 ounces = 170g
  4. 15 feet = 4.57m
  5. 60 kilograms = 132lbs

The writer mixed Imperial with metric to simplify the verse.

  • How many species of Monkey are there? 
  • How are the two groups of Monkeys generally defined? 
  • On which continents do these groups live? 
  • Which is the biggest Monkey in the world?
  • Is he Old World or New World?
  • Which is the smallest Monkey in the world?
  • Is he Old World or New World? 
  • Which is the most colourful Monkey in the world?

Information not included in the verse:
The brilliant blue of the face and rump of the Mandrill is not due to pigmentation but results from the scattering of light by the array of collagen fibres in the dermis.  The exact shade is determined by the size and spacing of these fibres in different areas of the skin.

A similar condition causes polar bear fur to look white.  Polar fur actually has no pigmentation. Its fibres are hollow and made of keratin with light scattering particles which create the white effect.  The polar bear’s skin is actually black!

 There are currently 264 known species of monkey

  • Monkeys can be divided into two groups, Old World monkeys that live in Africa and Asia, and New World monkeys that live in South America.
  • A baboon is an example of an Old World monkey, while a marmoset is an example of a New World monkey.
  • Apes are not monkeys.
  • Some monkeys live on the ground, while others live in trees.
  • Different monkey species eat a variety of foods, such as fruit, insects, flowers, leaves and reptiles.
  • Most monkeys have tails.
  • Groups of monkeys are known as a ‘tribe’, ‘troop’ or ‘mission’.
  • The Pygmy Marmoset is the smallest type of monkey, with adults weighing between 120 and 140 grams.
  • The Mandrill is the largest type of monkey, with adult males weighing up to 35 kg.
  • Capuchin monkeys are believed to be one of the smartest New World monkey species. They have the ability to use tools, learn new skills and show various signs of self-awareness.
  • Spider monkeys get their name because of their long arms, legs and tail.
  • The monkey is the 9th animal that appears on the Chinese zodiac, appearing as the zodiac sign in 2016.
  • The noses of New World monkeysare flatter than the narrow noses of the Old World monkeys, and have side-facing nostrils. New World monkeys are the onlymonkeys with prehensile tails—in comparison with the shorter, non-grasping tails of the anthropoids of the Old World.

NW have 12 premolars instead of 8. Mostly arboreal, NW more likely to form pair bonds

“Mummy Rabbit, Mummy Rabbit” by Jan Darling

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My favourite plate when I was a child had a picture of a rabbit wearing a red jacket at the front of a group of little rabbits, with the last line of this poemprinted on it.           Jan Darling

 

‘Mummy Rabbit, Mummy Rabbit

Where did you put my Easter habit?’

‘Which one?’ she said (she was making his bed)

‘I have to wear the one that is red!’

 

‘Why red, my kitten, you’ve a yellow one, too;

And last year you wore the one that is blue.’

‘I promised the others back there in the shed

That I would be wearing the one that is red.’

 

‘Bunny, my kitten, where is it written

That you must wear a coat that matches your mitten?’

Bunny tried to explain that the man from the train

Had said that red jackets were the best in the rain.

 

‘I can’t wear the yellow, my eggs aren’t marshmallow

And I don’t like the eggs that are filled up with jello.

It says on the packet I must wear a jacket

That matches my mittens – or there’ll be a racket!

 

‘Please, Mummy Rabbit, could you find my habit

We have to rehearse with the new Jackrabbit.

I have the crème eggs, the ones that you like

I’ll bring you one home when I find my bike.’

 

‘Oh dear little Bunny I’d love a crème egg –

I’ll look for your jacket, you don’t have to beg.’

So Bunny hopped off to the hall at the church

Happy not to be leaving his friends in the lurch.

 

Bunny they cried as our hero was spied

‘If you don’t wear the red, it will damage our pride.’

‘Mummy Rabbit is searching from the roof to the ground

She won’t stop her looking until it is found.’

 

‘Thank goodness’ they sighed, ‘cos we can’t change the verse

Now Bunny is here, let’s start to rehearse.

Easter eggs will be shared and happiness spread

And it’s Bunny who led in his coat of bright red.’

 

“Is it a Zed or a Zee” by Jan Darling

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IS IT A ZED OR A ZEE?

 

You say Potarto, I say potayto

You say tomarto and ! say tomayto

Some say Zed and some say Zee

It makes no difference, not to me.

I dreamt I went to the Zoo last night

At the end of the alphabet – I had a real fright.

 

Dreaming, I found the A’s B’s and C’s

and continued on past the M, N, O, P’s

I followed the way to things starting with Zed

Then all those letters just went to my head

(I had plenty of time – dream visits are free)

A stripey horse whinnied and said – I’m a Zee.

 

We’re the cleverest animals in all the Zoo

Let me explain to you clearly just who is who.

This is family stuff, so you must pay attention

 Zedzees can appear in any dimension

We’re a family that’s full of multiple guises

If you remember them all – there might be prizes.

 

My dad is a Zebra, my mother’s a Horse

That’s how I was given my name – I’m a Zorse.

That makes me special, in the Zoo I’m a feature

I’m considered to be an amazing creature.

I’m built like a Horse but I wear a striped suit

My buddies here think that I’m really cute.

 

If the tables were turned and a Zebra my mum

My dad would be Horse – he’d still be our chum

You might think this idea is utterly mad

The first part of my name would reflect the dad

So welcome the Horbra into our poem

And still we Zedzees have much more to show’em.

 

The Horbra has stripes – you don’t know where they’ll be

Could be the neck, on the back or the knee.

His patches are stripey on a background plain

So many patterns, it’s really insane.

Each Horbra is diff’rent, unique to behold

Known for his strength and inclined to be bold.

 

Now – back to the Zorse, you remember of course

That he’s the offspring of Zebra and Horse

He has other names, too, and I’ll tell you a few

Zebrula, Zebrule, Zebra Mule – will that do?

The Horbra by more names can also be met

Such as Hebra, Zebrinny and even Zebret.

 

Have you thought of the mating of Zebra with Pony?

You’ll not be surprised, their offspring’s a Zony!

Now, if you’re not feeling dizzy, woozy or wonky

We’ll talk of the offspring of Zebra and Donkey:

Called Zebadonk, Zebrass, Zebrinny, Zebrilla

Zebonkey,  Zebonk and Zonkey – the killer!

 

Altogether these beauties are known as Zebroid

With so many names they must always feel buoyed

Starting as donkeys, asses and zebras and horses

These all are examples of natural forces.

When you go the Zoo, start at alphabet’s ending

And you’ll see how glorious is Nature’s blending.