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Father Christmas is a real top bloke,
He's red and he's chubby and jolly
But he really stuffed up my order last year
I'm a boy and he left me a Dolly?
Copyright Ryan McLoughlin of Victoria
age 12
A few months ago, one of the contests was to write a poem incorporating a whole list of words. This was the winning entry!
I arrived at the station
As the clock struck the hour
The people rushed by me
All poe faced and dour
I carried my easel
My paint and my brushes
And made for the palm tree
Away from the crushes
Of the scurrying crowd
Who stop only to buy
The daily newspaper
And they off they fly
Their temperature rising
They plough on , come what may
Snapping like scissors
Should you be in their way
As I gazed from a distance
I could not help but laugh
The scene looked so much
Like a blurred photograph
A colourless photo
Of a colourless crowd
No red, blue or yellow
Just a dark gloomy cloud
But I'll not be bitten
By this huge streaming snake
As I set up my easel
Neath the palm by the lake
My canvas shall not be
These dull shades of gray
For I'll paint all the colours
That are missing today
Copyright 2002 Kathy Carrick of Victoria
Frogs At Play
The branch was heavy, that shouldn't be
This is a big old sturdy tree
I looked up high towards the sky
Plop something fell just missing my eye
I looked again and to my dismay
They were hanging there in all array
Twelve little green frogs that seemed to be
Just playing there in that tree
I was mesmerized with what I saw
The big fat one seemed to be keeping score
Something was tossed, then they all seemed to run
I don't know what they were doing, but they where sure having fun
I sat on a rock, just up from the tree
Making sure they could not see me
I watched and studied at their little game
Oh that poor little one seems to be lame
They ran they croaked for at least an hour
My god I haven't even got that power
Relentless they all seemed to be
Playing up the in that old sturdy tree
One jumped from the tree, Oh no can this be
He seemed to be picking up a pea
He climbed the tree once again
All too willing to get back in the game
As he neared the rest I swear I heard
A cheer from all, although a little blurred
Again they began running about
There it is again, I did hear a shout
As I watched with amazement, up in that tree
I noticed a few spectators had joined me
The birds seemed to laugh as the frogs continued play
I wondered then if they had to pay
The birds all tweeted one in all
As the little frog seemed to catch the ball
A toothpick was held by the older one
He had just hit what he thought was a home run
I can't tell you what this has done for me
Seeing those little frogs playing in that tree
It was cricket they played for all others to see
But possibly not meant for the likes of me
Two hours went by, but they did not stop
Some others came and sat at the top
Oh no that can not be
The big fat one is beckoning me
He pointed to the ground in front of me
He wanted me to pick up the pea
I picked it up and there was a cheer
As I handed it up, without any fear
The game began once again
How could they play for so long without pain
Our cricketers should note a trick or two
About these little fellows and what they can do
As the sun started to set in the sky
They seemed to stop, so I had to pry
They had all gathered around the big fat frog
He was standing there upon an old dead log
A croak croak here and another croak there
They all seemed to cheer, that isn't fair
I can't understand what they seem to say
But I do know they will be back another day
As I gazed upon them all
A little ones seemed to play with the ball
They had allowed me to witness, what would be
In that big old sturdy tree
By
Judith Anne Rundle - copyright
Father Christmas is a real top bloke,
He's red and he's chubby and jolly
But he really stuffed up my order last year
He gave me nothing but a half chewed lolly.
Well he might be a top bloke and be very jolly.
I'm sure he'd have laugh a lot when i unwrapped my presents,
to find a half chewed up lolly.
Well I dont know about you but I dont think that was fair.
I've been a good boy all year and my toys i did share.
But that was mean if you know what I mean.
To give me a half chewed lolly.
hhehehehe
from Gary Sager - copyright
Hipity hopity bipity bopity the frogs go hopping into the ponds
Splishity sploshity leaping playfully under the tree fern fronds
Riberty Roberty Croakity Crickity singing their throaty songs
Plipity Plopity the froggy chorus echoes all the night long.
Blake Keller Williams - age 11 copyright
A froggy night
is so bright
as i sit here in my frogpond
with my friends
the night won't end
we'll watch the tadpoles swim by
oh how i love the night
and the ripples in the water
and I'll watch the moon so bright
in my little circle of friends
the waters warm
in my pond
as i sit here on my lillypad
and the mossies fly by
to find themselves a meal
a ribbit here
a ribbit there
i feel so contented
and my wife is over there
with the little ones at play
by Caroline Fulford - copyright
The frogs all gathered Christmas night
As the day drew to a close
They were going to sing some Christmas songs
And this was one of those.......
Oh come ye merry froggie men
And froggie ladies too
Tis time to go a ribbeting
So bring the young ones do
We'll come together 'round our pond
To farewell Christmas day
And send our froggie chorus into the night,
Into the night
And send our ribbet chorus into the night
Tis Christmas night and we've all had
A hoppy Christmas day
We give thanks for tummies full
And our pot of cheer today
As soon as little froggies sleep
We'll join in froggie play
And perhaps we'll make some tadpoles into the night,
Into the night
And hopefully make some tadpoles into the night
by a new member Kathy Carrick (Koala) - copyright
FROGS HAVE CHRISTMAS TO
IT'S CHRISTMAS DAY THE FROGGIE WAY,
THERE'S FROGS FROM EVERYWHERE.
ALL GATHERING AT THE PARTY POOL,
CAUSE EVERY FROG IS THERE.
WE JUMP FROM SHORE TO LILLYPAD,
TAKE CARE NOT TO FALL IN.
BUT THE WATER IS NICE, IT'S NOT LIKE ICE
SO WE THINK WE'LL TAKE A SWIM.
YOU CAN'T BE LATE SO GRAB A PLATE,
THE FOOD IS REALLY NICE.
THERE'S SHOO FLY PIE, MOSQUITO TARTS
AND BISCUITS MADE OF LICE.
MAGGOT CAKE AND SPIDER FLAKE,
WORM SOUP IS REALLY NEAT.
BEFORE YOU LOSE YOUR APPETITE.
LETS DIG RIGHT DOWN AND EAT.
HERE IS FATHER CHRISTMAS,
WE GIVE HIM SOME BUG BRAIN BEER.
HE'S GIVEN US OUR PRESENTS,
SO WE OPEN THEM WITH CHEER.
WE THINK WE'D BETTER LEAVE YOU NOW,
THERE'S OTHER THINGS TO DO.
BUT DON'T FORGET, AT LEAST NOT YET.
US FROGS HAVE CHRISTMAS TO.
by Kaylene Harris (aged 13) - copyright
In the style of and to the tune of "6 White Boomers" by Rolf Harris
Late one Christmas Eve a little froggy in the pond,
looked around and saw that his mamma was all gone'd
"Mamma Frog, my Mamma Frog, wherever can you be"?
"I'll help you find your mamma son, hop up here with me"!
A hand reached down and gently placed him on a sack,
Filled with toys and presents for the great outback.
6 Green Tree Frogs, Large Green Tree Frogs
Helping Santa Claus in the Aussie sun,
6 Green Tree Frogs, Large Green Tree Frogs
On his Australian run.
The wind it whistled 'bout his face, his ears and his eyes,
he hardly had time to think 'bout catching all the flies,
That sat upon Santa's back, and tickled at his nose,
and caused Santa to receite some hot and cranky prose.
And as he flew across the Aussie Desert he deposited his toys,
in a magical mysterious way to sleeping girls and boys.
6 Green Tree Frogs, Large Green Tree Frogs
Helping Santa Claus in the Aussie sun,
6 Green Tree Frogs, Large Green Tree Frogs
On his Australian run.
The little froggy worried from his place upon the sleigh
what if he hadn't found his mum before the night was day?
His froggy lips they quivered and in his eyes were filled tears,
he wiped them off and blew his nose in Santa's snowy beard.
"Listen up me froggy mate", he heard ole Santa mutter,
"it won't be long, I bet ya, till we find your dear old Mother".
6 Green Tree Frogs, Large Green Tree Frogs
Helping Santa Claus in the Aussie sun,
6 Green Tree Frogs, Large Green Tree Frogs
On his Australian run.
A big old frog called out from his place up in the front,
"Come on all you froggies help the youngen in his hunt.
We need to get the young lad home in time for morning tea,
to open all his presents underneath the old gum tree".
The other green frogs got busy, they spied out all the land,
Always very happy to lend a helping hand.
6 Green Tree Frogs, Large Green Tree Frogs
Helping Santa Claus in the Aussie sun,
6 Green Tree Frogs, Large Green Tree Frogs
On his Australian run.
The little frog began to hop and shout allowed with glee,
there she is you fella's, she's up in that there tree.
And with a turn and jiggle, the froggys hopped on down,
and settled Santa's sleigh on the dusty ground.
He lept up to his mamma and hugged her hard and tight,
Then thanked Santa Claus for his super Christmas flight.
6 Green Tree Frogs, Large Green Tree Frogs
Helping Santa Claus in the Aussie sun,
6 Green Tree Frogs, Large Green Tree Frogs
On his Australian run.
Ó Maria Dowse 23rd of November 2002
Tiddalick - The Frog Who Caused a Flood
In the time of dreaming
Before the earth was old
Myths were in the making
Legends yet untold
Here began a story
Of one huge enormous frog
Solemn in his glory
He drank from every bog
Tiddalick the great one
Had to quench his mighty thirst
He drank from all the waterholes
So much he nearly burst
He drained the lake and river
The stream and billabong
Soon there was no water left
It was very wrong
Others now grew thirsty
There was no sign of rain
Hot sun scorched the arid earth
No water did remain
Tiddalick's swollen stomach
Was squelchy round and wide
He was so big he couldn't move
The water was inside
Animals assembled
Men gathered with them too
They had to end this great distress
And work out what to do
Boomerangs were useless
Spears bounced off his side
Getting angry didn't help
Even though they tried
The kookaburra had a plan
We need to make him laugh
To hold his side and open wide
We need to show some gaffe
If only we can do that
The water will pour out
We all must work together
To end this mighty drought
C'mon laugh you big fat frog
You're like a bursting pot
If only you could see yourself
Squelching as you squat
Tiddalick moved his mournful head
He had a doleful face
He didn't see the humour
Of smiles there were no trace
The kangaroo and platypus
Wombat and emu
All tried their best to make him laugh
But Tiddalick stayed blue
Some danced and some told stories
Others somersaulted
Tiddalick grew tired and bored
And slept when antics halted
The last to try was Norang the Eel
He was their final hope
He turned himself into a hoop
And wriggled like a rope
The rope stood upright on the sand
Then it began to spin
It went round like a whirlwind
Tiddalick began to grin
Then out slopped some water
Before it reached the sand
Man and beast began to drink
It worked like they had planned
But Norang went on spinning
Till he was scarcely seen
Tiddalick began to chuckle
It really made a scene
As his belly rumbled
The frog rocked to and fro
With his hands upon his sides
A stream began to flow
Tiddalick's mouth was open wide
With water gushing out
A surging tidal river
Spewed like a water spout
It swept away the animals
And covered all the sand
A shining lake of water
Had spread over the land
Now Tiddalick has shrunken
He's just a little frog
Who sometimes hides in desert sands
Or sits upon a log
copyright - Suzanne Honour 2002
"Tiddalick (also spelt Tiddalik) The Frog who Caused a Flood is based on an
aboriginal legend aimed at teaching to conserve water and to care for our
environment. There are several adaptations of the story, the other being
that Tiddalick began to laugh when the platypus came out of her hole. I
hope you enjoyed this story from the Dreamtime" - a quote from Suzanne
OUR WORLD
THE WORLD WAS ONCE A LOVELY PLACE,
JUST THINK THERE ONCE WAS NOTHING HERE,
NO TEASING TAUNT OR JEER,
THE WORLD WAS FULL OF PEACE,
WITH LOVELY ANIMALS, BIRDS AND GEESE,
I WISH I COULD GO BACK TO THAT PLACE BEFORE BEGAN THE HUMAN RACE.
copyright Lauren Watson - aged 12
BENGAL TIGER
QUIET IN THE ASIAN JUNGLE,
RIVER FLOWING SWIFT AND FAST.
BLACK AND ORANGE, DANGERS COLOURS,
CAMOUFLAGED INTO THE GRASS.
TAIL TWITCHING, EYES REFLECTING,
GOLDEN MOONS, TWIN POOLS OF LIGHT.
SILVER WHITE, THE STARS ARE SHINING,
IN THE CALM OF PEACEFUL NIGHT.
RUSTLING LEAVES BY GENTLE BREEZE,
RIVER FLOWS AS FISH SWIM BY.
GENTLE SNORES OF SLEEPING CREATURES,
NIGHT TIME BIRDS SWOOP IN THE SKY.
SERENITY OF DARKTIME BEAUTY,
HIDES THE DANGER OF A GROWL.
BEWARE TO VENTURE OUT PAST SUNLIGHT,
BENGAL TIGERS ON THE PROWL.
submitted by a very talented girls Mum
poem copyright Kaylene Harris
Here's a family group of Poems - Well done!
My name is William
and I am seven
my favourite food
used to be devon
I like fish and chips
and I like ham
I don't like pumkin
or roast lamb
I like to play checkers
I like being seven
I like vegemite toast
I do not like devon
William Tregea
Age 7 - copyright
My name is Clare
And I am nine.
My favourite thing
to do is dine.
I love chocolate,
and ice - cream too,
and eating jelly babies,
while watching Doctor Who.
I like Art ,
and English too.
My favourite character,
is Winnie the Pooh.
Clare Tregea
Age 9 - copyright
I'd like to paint you a picture,
imagine it, if you will.
It will be devoid of yellow,
except for a daffodil.
I'll need to put some newspaper down
and tune into my favourite station
Once I know the temperature's right
I'll start my new creation.
My painting will have a clock
And it will also have a snake.
I will sign my name at the bottom
So you'll know it's not a fake.
I'll sit my painting under a palm tree
and take a photograph for you.
Please don't take to it with your scissors
It'll be the best that I can do.
Christina Tregea - copyright
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