I Want to go to School by Ron Barton

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I Want to go to School

 

A big girl of four and a young boy of two

were walking with their mum and dad through the zoo.

To see all the animals made both children smile

but it also made them tired so they stopped for a while.

 

They snacked on some treats that mum made before

when dad pointed out something that he saw:

a group of fish swimming around in a pool.

“Did you know,” the dad said, “that they call that a school.”

 

“I’ll go to school soon,” said little Miss Four.

“Me too,” said the boy – it was hard to ignore.

It was clear to the parents that their little boy

would miss his big sister. It gave them no joy.

 

And so they decided, that they must set things straight

before it got out of hand, before it was too late.

“Not yet,” said the dad. “It’s just not your turn,

you’re not old enough to go to school and learn.”

 

“The boy started crying, he just didn’t get

that he wasn’t quite ready to go to school yet.

He was a ‘big boy’, a baby no more –

why couldn’t he go to school with Miss Four?

 

“It’s ok, son,” said the mum. “Dry your tears,

you won’t go to school for a couple more years.

There’s a number of things you must learn before

you can go to school with little Miss Four.”

 

“That’s right,” said the dad. “I can think of some.

Like, you must no longer wear a nappy on your bum.

And while you know your whole alphabet

There are other things that you need to learn yet.”

 

“Just think,” added mum, “about how well you count

but you only know up to a certain amount.

You can do up to ten but little Miss Four

can count to 100 and sometimes even more.”

 

The tears had dried up, a change had occurred.

The young boy was now hanging on every word.

“And plus,” said the mum, “it isn’t all bad,

you’ll get to stay with me without Miss Four and Dad.”

 

“Just think of all of the games that we’ll play

and the fun things we’ll do when it’s just us all day.

We’ll get to bake cookies and sing songs and draw,

then we’ll walk up to the school to pick up Miss Four.”

 

“Ok,” said the boy and he started to grin

but Miss Four had been listening and she wanted in.

“That’s not fair,” she said. “I want to stay home.”

Then Mum and Dad let out a collective groan.

It didn’t seem like they could win either way

and so they left this fight for another day.

Ron Barton

Super Sam by Ron Barton

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Super Sam

Silly Sammy couldn’t sleep,

try though he might.

He thought that there were monsters lurking

in the dark of night.

 

His dad had tried ‘most everything

to alleviate Sam’s fear;

he’d sprayed the place with monster spray

and checked the room was clear

 

but Sammy would still cry out

every now and then

and force his dad to search and spray

and check his room again.

 

There were no monsters, that’s for sure,

but Sammy couldn’t see

that things you look at in the dark

aren’t what they appear to be.

 

Shadows cast upon the wall

can make simple things look bad

and, so, it’s understandable

Sam sometimes calls for dad.

 

Plus, houses make a lot of noise

in the cooling night-time air

so it’s easy to imagine things

that aren’t actually there.

 

This brings us back to Sammy

who was still restless in his bed,

scared of monsters in his room

that were really in his head.

 

Then Sammy’s dad had an idea,

he knew just what to do.

Sammy loves his superheroes

– what if he could be one too?

 

He bought Sammy a special costume

for him to wear to bed;

no longer Silly Sammy

he was Super Sam instead.

 

There was no need to be afraid

of things like monsters now.

If Sammy ever caught one

he’d unleash a big KAPOW!

Ron Barton