In terror to the potting-shed,
And tried to make himself obscure
Behind a pile of horse-manure.
But ant-eater came sneaking in
(Already it was much less thin)
And said to Roy, “You little squirt,
“I think I’ll have you for dessert.”
The Porcupine
Each Saturday I shout “Hooray!”
For that’s my pocket-money day,
(Although it’s clearly understood
I only get it when I’m good.)
This week my parents had been told
That I had been as good as gold,
So after breakfast 50p
My generous father gave to me.
Like lightning down the road I ran
Until I reached the sweet-shop man,
And bought the chocolates of my dreams,
A great big bag of raspberry creams.
There is a secret place I know
Where I quite often like to go,
Beyond the wood, behind some rocks,
A super place for guzzling chocs.
When I arrived, I quickly found
A comfy-looking little mound,
Quite clean and round and earthy-brown
Just right, I thought, for sitting down.
Here I will sit all morning long
And eat until my chocs are gone.