“It’s Bear School” by Louise McCarthy

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There’s a bear in there!

Who should I tell?

There are people inside,

I try to yell.

It’s a grizzly bear!

Please take care!

It will chase you,

It will chase you.

 

But don’t despair,

There’s a window – square,

There’s a round and an arch,

Hurry, hurry; quick march

Which shape do you pick?

Tick-tock, tock-tick.

Be fast; not slow.

Be fast; not slow.

 

Now the people have fled,

But the story’s unread.

With a book in his paws,

The grizzly bear roars

It’s time for a tale.

Sit, listen, don’t wail.

It’s bear school!

It’s bear school!

“Make Your Own Circus” by Louise McCarthy

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Make Your Own Circus

 

For sale! A bargain! A circus tent!

You’ll find that it’s really money well spent.

It has an arena and one thousand chairs,

The overall floor space is fifty-one squares.

It’s as high as it’s wide,

But now empty inside…

You see…

I was a ringmaster,

I was a clown,

I walked the tightrope,

I swung upside down,

While riding a unicycle I juggled ten balls;

It was fun!

It was life!  Oh I had a ball!

The ups and the downs; the highs and the lows,

But now it is time- I take my repose.

I start a fresh role; a chapter that’s new-

I recall my experiences and tell them to you.

So what do you say – a bargain or no?

I bought this canvas a long time ago.

So if you are keen this tent is for you –

Sometimes there’ll be cheers; sometimes there’ll be boos.

 

“In a Distant Land” by Louise McCarthy

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In a Distant Land.

 

With a new born baby in her arms,

In a distant land men took up arms,

The mother sang a lullaby,

In a distant land a soldier cried,

In its mother’s arms the baby snuggled,

In a distant land the soldier struggled,

But his fight was lost –

And the soldier:

​​Comrade;

​​Father;

​​Son,

Deprived of life, slumped by his gun.

 

“Easter” by Louise McCarthy

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Easter

I cross the road to Molly’s farm.

There is a sign nailed to a post:

Eggs for sale.

I buy a dozen.

I hear a rooster crow.

On the way home I trip and fall.

One egg is cracked and broken,

The others are saved.

On Sunday we celebrate Easter;

Soft boiled eggs for breakfast.

I see the Easter bunny has visited too!

Dark chocolate is my passion.

Life is good.

“After Easter Bunny Left” By Louise McCarthy

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After Easter Bunny Left.

 

 

Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!

Leave your shoes, don’t worry,

Forget your jackets and your hats,

It’s time to go; let’s scurry!

 

So in the ceiling of the house,

Little mice and Mrs. Mouse,

Just after Easter Bunny left,

Embarked upon their plan of theft.

 

They scaled down walls – through gaps and cracks;

Avoiding funny, springy traps.

The moon sent light through window panes,

Assisting mice with their campaigns.

 

And then at last a glint, a gleam,

“We’ve found it, yay!” squeaked one mouse team;

It’s brilliant, bright, it’s so astounding…

Their little hearts were really pounding.

 

An Easter egg – wrapped in thin tin,

The mice created such a din.

But Mrs. Mouse said “Shh – quiet, hush,

We’ve got to hurry, we have to rush.”

 

And so with care the mice did toil;

Unwrapped the egg and left the foil;

For children love the foil the best

And mice prefer to eat the rest.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Imagine it might happen” by Louise McCarthy

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When I grow up I’m going to be an astronaut – it’s true!

I’ll visit all the planets – perhaps you could come too.

We’ll zip around the galaxy and catch a sparkling star.

We’ll send our families postcards to show them where we are.

I drew some plans the other day; I’ve begun to build our spaceship.

Would you like to help me finish it so it’s ready for our space trip?