Samson is a big black bull

with a ring in his nose.

If you grab it and pull

he goes.

Otherwise he doesn’t.

Samson is a bull.

His mouth is full

of lovely greenery.

To get it he must pull

it from the scenery.

The Kite

I cling to the string

that is tied to the thing

that looks like a wing.

The wind makes it sing

and sway and swing

with a bell - ting-a-ling.

My kite has flown

so I’m all alone

and the wind has blown

and blown and blown.

I’m standing on a great big stone,

all alone.

Up there my kite flies by,

high - so high

In the bright blue sky.

Why can’t I?