Tess Gurney Poems

Here we go, another spell,
tell me can you smell the smell?
bats feet rubarub, salt and gum
scrappings from an elephants bum!
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the nick knack noo na bird
really is quite absurd
Builds his nest in rhubarb tree's
grow purple hairs on his knobbly knees
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He wakes all stiff, poor mr percy
He is forever at my mercy!
he stands so tall, and wants so little.
he wakes with one thing on his mind
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