Girl

I know a little girl called Ruth,
With laughing eyes blue as the sky.
Alas She never tells the truth,
And yet she never told a lie.

But if you ask what is the cause
Of this strange thing. I quickly say–
She cannot talk at all because
She’s only one year old to-day.

Birds

Oh birds
The beauty of Earth
The gift of God
But sometimes caught
They have wings
To flight with the winds
They fly and fly
Under the sky
Some birds can sing
Some birds can swim
They are our friends
Who can’t shake hands.

Contributed By:
Sara

Crow

As I went up a slippery gap
I met my Uncle Davy,
With timber toes and an iron nose-
Upon my word he would frighten the crows!

Meet ME

Whenever I think of you
You seem to be a part of my feelings
Without you I am nothing
When we were together
Those days were like a precious gift for me
But now as you’re not here
The promises remain unfulfilled
My life seems to be aimless
May be there are some bad deeds
That I had done
That’s why you are not with me
Now I pray
That where ever you are
You’ll be safe and sound
And if God wants
Than we’ll meet again

Contributed By:
Wardha

Fat Boy

Peter Pratt was so very very fat,
A fat fat boy was Peter,
He washed his face in a sugar basin,
To make his manners sweeter.

He thought it funny to swallow honey.
And treacle he loved to lick,
Hark! what a warning!—One dreadful morning
He changed into a sugar stick.

Piping hot, smoking hot.
What I’ve got
You have not.
Hot gray pease, hot, hot, hot;
Hot gray pease, hot.

Bun

I like to eat a bread bun
It’s a great fun
I like to have pastry
From the French Bakery
I like to eat cake
But the one that Mother will bake
I like to eat meat
For me it’s like a treat
And I see in my dream
Lots and lots of ice-cream!

Contributed By:
Birjees