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Month: October, 2017


In the sea, is a creature called Grum,

Who has neither fingers nor thumb,

It swims with its wings,

As it pleasantly sings,

‘There are bubbles coming out of my bum’.


Raining champion.

Someone set fire to the forests,

Someone set the animals alight,

They must have been a coward,

As they’re hiding out of sight. 
The fire it burnt on the coastline,

It burned its way to the sea,

It burned its way on inland,

But it didn’t get to me.
Three months or so without a drop,

Made the fires spread much faster,

But now they’re out, the rain is back,

To live happily ever after.