Come
Come
in to my parlour said the spider with a grin,
Well!
the poor fly fell for it and she flew right in
Flew
into that web of danger, could not get back out
Friends
take care,
Don’t
you be falling for the spiders clever calling.
Sunday
morning
The clutter in the kitchen, tells of the day begun, she’s
cooking oatmeal porridge
For daughter, dad and son, brewing herbal tea now, to make
us warm inside.
She’s frying us some bacon, Oh, smell of sweet delight,
allthou I’d love to stay
Right here in my warm bed, the smell of fresh fried bacon
is going to my head.
If I don’t get up promptly, I know without a doubt, my
brother dear will eat it
And I’ll be missing
out! So up I get and ready, as quickly as can be.
To
get my share of bacon and cup of herbal tea.
The
Lot
When
life is in a tangle, the brain is in a knot.
The
heart is in a jungle, the soul inside a pot.
And
oft folks fail to comprehend
How
they gained all they’ve got?
It’s
pretty clear some folks came here
To
order once, twice, sometimes tries
A
helping with the lot.
Point
of view
A fun
Song for children
Hear
the Kookaburra chuckle in the old gum tree;
Rain
or shine he's always fine; He's happy as can be.
Could
we be like him, could we but have his point of view,
We
would flap our wings, bob up and down and chuckle too.
Chorus:
:I La La La La - La La La La - la la la la
I:
See
the parrots have a party in our apple tree;
Munching
apples by the score for breakfast, lunch and tea.
Could
we be like them, could we but have their point of view,
We
would find that they don't mind if we were munching too.
Chorus.
Mother
magpie sings so sweetly by the old tin shed,
It's a
brand-new day, get up don't be a sleepy head.
Could
we be like her, could we but have her point of view,
We
would greet each brand-new day and sing a sweet song too.
Chorus.
Days
are good or bad, are fun or sad, are gold or blue;
Life
is life, it’s up and down, we hope and struggle through
Still
the fact remains, in all we ever say or do,
In the
end it all depends upon our point of view.
In the
end it all depends upon our point- of -view.)
Chorus.
