Do the trees really talk, does the wind really whistle
and how can donkeys eat dry, spiky thistles.

If  it’s really the truth, do pigs fly by
how long’s your nose , if you tell a tall lie.

Is one magpie for sorrow, are two for joy
do sweet things make a girl, and bad things a boy.

If you wait for a bus for a very long time
they arrive altogether in a long  line.

But across the road going the other way
there’s bus after bus for the whole of the day.

How is it a worm can be cut down the middle,
and two seconds later both halves start to wriggle.

How does a chicken without it’s head
run round for a while before it drops dead.

How can a chameleon change from green,
to brown to white so it can’t be seen.

How is it that leaves turn four shades of brown
before they let go, and fall straight to the ground.

There’s good  weather , bad weather,  animals and birds
the stories and tales of old I’ve heard.

I wonder as I walk along down my street
and take in the wonderful things I meet.

Wether it’s winter,  Autum, , Summer or Spring.
Life is truly a wonderful thing

Some say , life is hard, some say life’s a gas
some live in the lane that goes very fast.

But, me I’m blessed with the life I lead
I’m not missing a bit of it, no indeed!

by Lizzie