Catching Flies

Catching Flies

Rise and Shine I am usually late. This is because I hate Getting up in the morning- But there is a time When I rise and shine. Every week I'm out to play EARLY On a Saturday!

Market Day On Saturdays I'm up at four To go with Bill who lives next door, To market. And while I'm doing what I can Unloading crates, he takes the van To park it. Here's heaps of grapefruits big as suns, And oranges and purple plums And berries Raspberries, strawberries, damsons -lots Of peaches, pears, ripe apricots And cherries.

I love arranging nectarines And polishing their shiny skins For selling. But best of all I like the sound When market traders all around Start yelling! Then we're busy all day long And Bill says I'm his Number One Best Mate. And even when we pack away I'm thinking of next market day - Can't wait!

Out in the Playground Out in the playground Early in the morning, See the children standing All in a row. Along comes a teacher Blows upon a whistle Whee-ee-ee-ee! And in they go. Out in the playground, Later in the morning, See the children standing All in a row, Waiting for the teacher To start the running races Whee-ee-ee-ee! And off they go.

Out in the playground After school is over, See the children standing All in a row, Watching the netball, There's the final whistle Whee-ee-ee-ee! And home they go. Out in the playground Now the day is over, See the puppy standing Watering a rose. Along comes his owner Calls him over to her Whee-ee! Whe-ee! And off he goes.