Beezle lived along the coast
Of the island of Tasmania
He looked a lot like a bear
With a crazy feeding mania

He was noisier than a steam engine
when he was ticked off
He’d snort and scream so loudly
That he’d end up with a cough

His friends asked him to take
Mood management lessons
To teach him to be sociable
And kick his anger obsession

But Beezle would just grumble
Under his breath at them
And walk back into the coolness
Of his great grand-daddy’s den

At twilight he would come out again
Snorting in disgust
He would look for food to eat
Fresh carrion was a must

He’d fight off anyone who came
Disturbing him at his meal
He’d growl out loud and even bite
Them if they didn’t leave

The other animals would stay
Far far away from him
They called him the Tasmanian devil
He was a hellish little thing!

And so I end this story of
Beezle the Purinina*
He still lives in his family den
And is still noisier than a hyena.
* Purinina: aboriginal name for the Tasmanian devil


Roller was a pangolin who lived in a Kapok tree
He’d sleep all day snoring away and wake up at three
Then he’d look up at the sky and see the sun still bright
He’d roll back into a ball and sleep until the night

When the moon was overhead and the stars were twinkling too
Roller would roll out of bed, thinking of his food
He had no teeth to brush, so he’d just wash his little face
Then he’d smile toothlessly and buff his keratinous scales

He’d venture out into the night, insects on his mind
His all time favourite foods were crunchy ants and termites
He’d use his long, long tongue to catch all his insect prey
And since he had no teeth, he’d swallow them straightaway

Roller would have loved to sing but he could only hiss
So once he’d eaten all he could, he’d hiss in total bliss
He’d roam around the forest floor, sticking his tongue out
Hissing at a Kapok tree and sometimes even a rock

This quirky looking animal puzzled many folks
Some wondered if he was in fact a moving artichoke
Others thought he looked like a pinecone with feet
There were many theories about this funny beast

Then one day some poachers came to steal Roller away
They wanted his lovely scales to sell on market day
But Roller’s secret hollow tree wasn’t easily found
So there he still lives today, blithely foraging around.


Better-Boy* was a tomato 
His head still had its stem
He was always blushing red
When someone spoke to him

His grandma held a record
For having the most children
She was in the Guinness Book
And also on television

He wished he was more confident
Like the olive oil and the rice
But every time he tried to speak
He’d get very tongue-tied.

He sat among the onions
And the garlic on the counter
They’d peel their layers in his face
He’d cry at each encounter

How he wished he had some friends
That smelled all nice and fruity
Who wouldn’t tease him quite so much
Making his soft insides all woozy

One day a man brought out a bowl
Into which he placed some fruit
Bananas, oranges and grapes
And yippee! Better-Boy too.

He smiled at his new friends
Blushing even redder
Better-Boy was finally home
With his fruity brothers and sisters
* Better Boy: A type of a tomato, the Better Boy has been in existence for more than 50 years and is a Guinness record holder for amount of fruit produced from a single plant.


In a jungle in the Congo 
There lived the strangest beast
He was called the Zebra-giraffe
For the eyes he was a treat!

He fed on grass and fruits and buds
And sometimes ferns and leaves
He was a fabulous vegetarian
Keeping our planet green

But Zebra-giraffe was nettled
Everyone was named properly
While his was borrowed from
Two of his extended family.

So off he went on a quest
To search for his true name
He met the Congolese pygmies
And told them of his aim

They looked at him in wonder
And ooh’d and ahh’d away
They’d never seen an animal
Quite like him before today

They praised his half striped body
And admired his velvet fur
They touched his lovely ossicones
They caused quite a stir!

Then they had a meeting
And decided finally
This wondrous mix of animals
Would be called the Okapi

So back he went to his jungle
The happiest boy of all
The Okapi finally had his name
And that’s still what he’s called.


Titi is a Mynah bird
Who’s adopted my balcony
For her daily tidbits
And some sociability

I feed her grapes and jammy bread
And Wyke’s mature cheddar
She warbles and honks in delight
Ruffling her tail feathers

I try sometimes to have her sit
Upon my outstretched hand
But she always flies away
Too afraid to land

One day I saw her fluttering
Outside in the terrace
I went to see what was causing
The bird such great distress

There I spied her little one
Behind the potted palm
She was flapping her little wings
Trying to get airborne.

I gently picked the fledgling up
Titi watched me nervously
And placed the baby on the floor
Near her momma’s feet

She’d brought her little birdie out
To teach her how to fly
And also to introduce her
To the Treats Terrace in the sky

It was a lovely moment showing
how trusting Nature can be
When momma brought her little child
To finally meet me.


Quibble was a caterpillar 
Grumpy as they come
He’d scowl at all who came his way
Always looking glum

He’d eat his way through the leaves
Of the milkweed plants around him
He’d kick his brothers and sisters away
If near him he found them

He crunched and munched incessantly
Until his skin grew tight
And he couldn’t lift a leg or six
However hard he tried

He was extra grumpy now
Feeling like a balloon
So he wove himself a silken bed
And thought he’d take a snooze

He groused and grumbled in his sleep
For twelve whole days and nights
And then crawled out of bed legs first
Feeling blithe and feather-light

Quibble wondered why he wasn’t
Frowning at the world
When suddenly he discovered
His wings of black and gold

He spread them out delightedly
And went soaring in the sky
Quibble the caterpillar was now
Monarch the butterfly


Oval Doval was an egg
And what an egg he was
With his smooth and shiny shell
He was the loveliest egg you saw.

He was spherically dashing
Nothing about him was lean
He was much wiser than his uncle
Humpty Dumpty had ever been

He would roll around the park
But would not play with a ball
He knew that if it bounced on him
He would break, yolk and all.

He also would not climb
Walls and fences with his friends
His uncle had a great big fall
And after couldn’t be mended

So Oval whirled and twirled all day
While staying on the ground
Smiling widely at everyone
Bobbing his big head around

Then one day a crow flying by
Pecked him on the nose
Oval said - “if you’d nibbled my head
I’d be fried egg on toast!”


There was once an Orange 
Who thought that he was green
He often wondered why they called him
Orange. Couldn’t they see?

He also wondered what the colour
Orange looked and felt like
So he asked his friend, Watermelon
To help him see and decide.

Watermelon thought so hard
His seeds were jumping up and down
Then suddenly they froze in place
There was a solution he had found!

He would show Orange his face
In a mirror on the wall
Then Orange would finally know
What the colour orange looked like after all.

So they both rolled up to the glass
And stared at their reflections
Orange said “See, I’m green too”
“We are both of us watermelons!”


Dragzo was a dragonfly 
The naughtiest one there was.
He loved to leap from high places
And turn mid-air somersaults.

One day he went to the jungle cafe
To get some snacks to eat
He ate his body weight of food
Oh my! It was quite a feast!

Then feeling energetic
he thought he’d play some tricks.
So he droned on Senor Gecko’s face
And nibbled at his cheeks

He climbed up Lady Bug’s antenna
To count her lovely spots
He liked them so much in fact
He tried to steal the lot.

Lady Bug shook her head
And threw naughty Dragzo off
He spread his dazzling wings out wide
And gave her a cheeky laugh

Daddy dragonfly walked in then
And caught his naughty son
He took him home and tucked him in saying
‘My boy, that is enough fun!’

From the dragonfly family pond
We bid you all good night
Hugs and kisses all around
Tuck yourselves in tight.


There was once a platypus 
Her name was Patty Hill
Her tail was like a beaver’s
And her mouth like a duck’s bill

She had two eggs that hatched into
A little girl and a boy
She’d sweat out milk for them to drink
And sing them lullabies.

She lived in a little den
By the riverside
And when she went to look for food
With dirt she’d plug it tight

She’d tuck her children into bed
While she went out to fish
Shrimp and caterpillars
Were her all time favourite dish

One day she came home to find
A mean old water snake
He was sniffing out her puggles
To put into his cake

Patty Hill growled at him
And stung him with her spur
He got so scared he dropped his skin
And slithered back to the river.

So if youre ever by the lake
And spy a beaver with a bill
Be sure to wave hello to it
It’s probably Patty hill


Rip Van Winkle 
He was a funny man
And every time he got some beans
He always wanted jam

One day he went to the market
To buy some pecans and corn
But when he got back home
He saw that they were gone.

His wife was very angry
And boxed his big red ears
He lay down for a little nap
And slept for twenty years.

So if you see an old man now
with a beard down to his knees
You’ll know it’s Winkle woken from
His twenty years of sleep

Don’t dawdle but just quickly say
Hello sir and goodbye!
He may not know if you’re a boy or a girl
Or a delicious pecan pie!


There was once an orchid 
With beautiful white flowers
She loved lots of sunshine
And gentle rain showers

Her petals looked like little moths
Fluttering in the breeze
She lived between two branches
Of the great banyan tree

The bigger plants were kind to her
And let her play with them
She’d sway her snowy flowers about
And shake her leafy stem

One day it rained so very hard
Moth orchid was quite drenched
Her head of flowers hung down low
Touching the wooden bench

The plants around her tried to help
But could not pick her up
She drooped towards the bench some more
And there her stem got stuck

When the rain finally stopped
The gardener ambled out
He saw poor Mothy on the bench
And took her in the house

He put her in some coconut husk
And kept her indoors for a day
Then put her back on the banyan tree
Where she still lives, grows and plays.

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