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Marchette Chute Poems
His nose is short and scrubby; His ears hang rather low; And he always brings the stick back No matter how far you throw,
Beneath the waters Green and cool The mermaids keep A swimming school.
I'm very good at skiing. I have a kind of knack For I can do it frontways And also on my back.
The storm came up so very quick It couldn't have been quicker. I should have brought my hat along, I should have brought my slicker.
When spring comes round, our apple tree Is very full of flowers, And when a bird sits on a branch The petals fall in showers.
My goodness, my goodness, It's Christmas again. The bells are all ringing. I do not know when
I wanted a rifle for Christmas, I wanted a bat and a ball, I wanted some skates and a bicycle, But, I didn't want mittens at all.
You can't see fairies unless you're good. That's what Nurse said to me. They live in the smoke of the chimney, Or down in the roots of tree;
When I have drunk my orange juice And cocoa in a cup, I put my woolly snowsuit on And get it fastened up.
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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His nose is short and scrubby;
His ears hang rather low;
And he always brings the stick back
No matter how far you throw,
He gets spanked rather often
For things he shouldn't do,
Like lying-on-beds, and barking,
And eating up shoes when they're new
He always wants to be going
Where he isn't supposed to go.
He tracks up the house when it's snowing--
Oh, puppy, I love you so.