“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


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


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:




Deprived of life, slumped by his gun.


“Easter” by Louise McCarthy

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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


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


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?