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THE BALLAD OF THE QUACKING OWL

If you’re walking by the bushes

at the end of the lane

you may hear a little quack

as the sun begins to wane.

 

You may look for the water

where the ducks might be,

but there’s no-one in sight

just the rustling of the leaves.

 

Would you believe

the quack that you heard

was the sound of an owl,

a sad little bird.

 

“A quacking owl?”

I hear you exclai...

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THE BALLAD OF THE SIGHING BEAR

In the deep dark woods

lived a great brown bear,

he was seven feet tall

but the townsfolk didn’t care

for although the bear was huge

and had fangs and long sharp claws,

all the people would make fun of him

and point out his big flaw.

 

Have you ever met a bear

who had nothing much to say,

who couldn’t even growl

when he came outside to play?

Well, Bob was his...

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TERENCE THE TORTOISE

My friend Terrence

was a little happy sole,

he didn't need a kennel,

nor a house or a hole.

 

His home was a shell

that he carried on his back,

so that all he had to do

was drop down on the track.

 

Then he'd pull his head inside,

followed by his legs and feet

and he’d look inside the fridge

for something tasty to eat.

 

If it started raining

or got ...

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THE BALLAD OF THE BALD HEDGEHOG

Have you ever heard the tale
about the hedgehog with no spikes,
such a sweet little boy
who all the other’s didn’t like?

A case of alopecia,
there was nothing they could do,
such a sad little hedgehog
who cried and cried, “Boo-Hoo”.

But soon the lad grew older,
he wanted to look more lush
so onto his back he tied himself
a little scrubbing brush.

His friends, well they just laugh...

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THE BALLAD OF THE FRIGHTENED EAGLE

You'll often see them running

and chasing across the plains,

a rabbit skipping and laughing

at an eagle, in great pains.

 

But why's the eagle running,

surely he can fly?

Sadly he’s afraid of heights

and frightened he may die.

 

An eagle that can't fly,

well surely that's not right,

it's just like having an owl

who won't come out at night.

 

But then on...

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