While you sleep on your pillows
You will always dream of willows
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 6:22 AM UTC
Don't scratch your lung
While sticking out your tongue
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 6:19 AM UTC
Hard and solid water
As noisy as can be
Ice cold and freezing
Lumps of hail on the roof
Nov 8, 2016
Nov 8, 2016 at 6:10 AM UTC
Here is a book
What's the book?
The Jungle Book
Who's it by?
Rudyard Kipling
Oh Mr Shere Khan you better watch out
Here is a Book
What's the book?
Anne Of Green Gables
Who's it by?
L.M. Montgomery
Look at all the Green at the front
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 6:10 AM UTC
There's a Pom Pom there's a puppy
Where's the Pom poms? Where's the puppy?
The are stuck together Pom Pom puppy!
Wait there is two!
Pom Pom puppies!
Made by me!
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 5:57 AM UTC
There's a lot of jungle books five different kinds
The movie's 1 and 2
The real life movie and the books of the books
The author is Rudyard Kipling
First published in 1894 The Jungle Book is very famous
Out of them all my favourite is the one in the actual book its self
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 5:51 AM UTC
At the hole where he went in
Red-eye called to Wrinkle-Skin.
Hear what little Red- eye saith:
Nag, come up and dance with death!
Eye to eye and head to head
(Keep the measure Nag).
This shall end when one is dead
(At your pleasure, Nag).
Turn for turn and twist for twist-
(Run and hide you, Nag).
Hah! The hooded death has missed!
(The sad one betide you, Nag)!
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 5:07 PM UTC
Oh! Hush you, my baby, the night is behind us,
And black are the waters that sparkled so green.
The moon, o'er the combers, looks downward to find us
At rest in the hollows that rustle between.
Where billow meets billow, there soft be your pillow;
ah, weary wee flipperling, curl at the ease!
The storm shall not wake you, nor shark overtake you,
Asleep in the arms of the slow-swinging seas!
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 4:50 PM UTC
What of hunting, hunter bold?
Brother, the watch was long and cold.
What of the quarry you went to ****
Brother, he crops in the jungle still.
Where is the power that made your pride?
Brother, it ebbs from my flank and side.
Where is the haste that you hurry by?
Brother, I go to my lair- to die.
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 4:41 PM UTC