The Horns of a Rhinoceros
I have two horns, but I can’t play a song,
they don’t work very well, so I just sing along.
I love to hum, I love to sing
but about those horns,
I can’t do a thing!
A rhino might use his horns to play
but in my case, who knows what people would say.
I’ll just keep singing and humming my song.
I’ll keep my horns quiet, so we can all get along.
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A Kangaroo
A kangaroo hops, a kangaroo jumps
that’s how she gets over all the bumps.
She carries her baby around in a pouch
but baby never has to cry out “Ouch”
Mom is careful and makes a good home
so baby roo is never alone.
She jumps high in the air to go anywhere
her legs so strong she can jump all day long.
You probably won’t see a kangaroo at your house
she would be a lot bigger than a little mouse!
Australia is home for a kangaroo
or maybe you could see one in the zoo.
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The Elephant
The elephant’s wide, the elephant’s big
when he walk along, he doesn’t do a jig.
His trunk is long and wiggly, too
and sometimes he doesn’t live in a zoo.
His trunk hangs down
and touches the ground
yet, sometimes it almost reaches the sky.
He’s even been know
to eat a lemon meringue pie.
His color is gray, he hasn’t much hair
he’s really very nice and we all should care.
So next time you meet an elephant on the street
you will already know that he is really sweet!
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Giraffes
Giraffes are tall, so long and lanky
they never have a need for a big white hanky.
Their heads are high, way up in the sky
they watch pretty clouds as the pass them by.
If they need a drink, they don’t go to the sink
they reach way down, till they touch the ground
lap up the water, like a good giraffes oughter.
They have knobby long legs shaped like pegs
and look like they’re walking on stilts, not legs.
They run really fast and never are last
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Sunday Morning
Sunday morning, the snow is falling
time to stay snuggled in bed.
Pull up the covers
drift back to sleep.
The dog wants out, the cat’s purring
time to care for the family.
Turn up the heat
fill the kettle with water.
Sip tea from a pretty glass mug
watch snow flakes cover the yard.
Sunday morning becomes a holiday!
A quiet celebration of life.
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Run With The Wind
Run with the wind-
dare to catch your dreams.
Life is exciting, life is challenging.
Run with your head up
your heart filled with faith
and the roadblocks will fall.
Dream the impossible
do the impossible!
Run with the wind,
live your dreams.
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My Love For You
As wind , rain and mist block the rising sun
we know in our hearts it’s always there.
My love for you,
not always visible through the mist of daily work,
disappointments or sorrow,
is always there.
A shoulder to lean on, a hand to hold,
a warm heart that cares.
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An Impolite Cat
Be At Peace With Yourself
Be at peace with yourself
be at peace with the world.
Let your anger, hurt and problems of the day
go down with the sun each night.
Let joy, happiness and hope
rise in your heart with the sun each morning.
Be at peace with yourself
be at peace in your world.
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My Friend From Long Ago
He sits so quietly, never moving an inch
wondering why we don’t play anymore.
Being a wife with children on my own
leaves so little time to visit my friend.
Once in awhile I take him down
give him a hug and tell him my woes.
He listens intently with fuzzy, worn ears
watches with round button eyes,
tries to hug with matted old paws.
But time is short, there are errands to do
so Teddy goes back on the shelf.
He sits so quietly, he waits so patiently
my friend from long ago.
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Window of Time
She sits at the window
frozen in time.
What does she really see?
Ghosts from the past
a thousand years old
creatures we don’t understand.
Tail twitching, body poised
not moving an inch
mesmerized by the world outside.
A quiet little mouse,
white tailed deer,
or shadows from wind blown trees.
I look, I stare
but I just don’t see
the view from cat’s eyes so intense.
Hours pass, the cat stands guard,
sky bleeding night black to dawn gray.
Night after night
at the window of time
what stories unfold out of sight?
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Be Happy, Not Perfect
There is no such things as perfect.
Where did the word come from?
The perfect husband, the perfect job
the perfect house, the perfect marriage.
We are all human, living in a human world.
Most are nice, sincere, loving, even kind.
But perfect causes such unhappiness.
Perfect is unreal, untouchable.
Accept good, well done and wonderful.
Do your best, be your best.
There is no such things as perfect.
Be happy, not perfect.
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