“Just Like Me”


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She read to
the birds once a day,

It was her
way,

Of saying
thanks for all they’d done,

They made
life fun,

Bluebirds
and sparrows at her feet,

They took a
seat,

Listening
intently to the stories she read,

About pieces
of bread,

That Hansel
and Gretel dropped on the path,

Hoping to
escape the wrath,

Of the
stepmother and find the way back,

But they
lost track,

Birds had eaten every single piece of bread,

And now as
she read,

The audience
of birds had gathered from the sky,

Some had
already begun to cry,

“That’s such
a sad story,” said one with shame,

“It’s true,
birds were to blame,”

“Don’t you
fret, my dears,” she said with a smile,

“The ending
is happy after awhile,”

“Tomorrow
I’ll tell you about Snow White,

So have a
good night,”

“And bring
me some of your songs to sing,

Just any
pretty thing,”

“I want to
share songs that you’ve taught me,

About the
wind, the sun, and the honey bee,”

“Your songs
could bring joy to girls and boys,

They might
forget their toys,

And discover
how much is in this world to see,

And learn to
love it just like me.”

 

 

 

 

Let the Jungle Music Begin!


Coconut tree
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Along the
beach this story begins,

With a
monkey in a coconut tree,

He scrambled
high to where the tree ends,

To make sure
I would see his interest in our safari,

Through the
jungle growth and to the plains,

We’d planned this trip and now one selection to make,

“Mr. Monkey,
I’ll take an oath, we’ve gone to great pain,

I hope you’re a music man, we’re ready for goodness sake,”

Off we went
with our band, playing marches as we went,

Past the
elephants trumpeting along, until we set up tents,

By banana
trees across the land the horns we did vent,

The drums
beat to the same song, under the direction of the Lion Prince,

All the
jungle sang in the night, the crocs slapped their tails,

Hyenas
laughed at such a sight while Cheetahs raced down the trails,

What a
safari it was all right, What stories, what awesome tales,

The animals
danced with all their might, jungle music never fails!

Angry Birds


Yolk
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For over a year,

There’s been increasing fear,

Birds against pigs,

Has made it big,

The birds’ survival is at stake,

And there’s a choice to make,

Revenge and lay waste,

Or just watch the pigs taste,

The eggs of the birds curious,

Oh, but that makes them furious,

An update on the continuing war,

“We won’t take it anymore,”

Quote the Angry Birds,

With their fast and furious words,

“Our nest has been violated,

The eggs were taken out,

I didn’t see a pig steal them,

But on one’s snout,

I saw part of an egg yolk,

Smeared on his face,

Even though he thought,

He left no trace,

Now we’re angry birds,

Taking flight,

With a little help,

They’ll see our might.”

If you’re opposed to war,

Choose to hear or see no more,

But if you can relate,

There’s already a new update,

They’re on Twitter and Facebook,

And iTunes if you look,

The birds are here and over there,

I think they’ll soon be everywhere.

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