TICKLES COTTAGE

OUR GUEST

There's an elephant in the attic

I have heard her blow her nose

It was like a slow ship leaving port

On the loudest ocean-flows.

There's an elephant in the attic

But how did she get in?

Perhaps she slipped down the chimney-pot

After climbing up the back-yard bin.

Her trunk protrudes into the morning sky

As she rests on her two hind legs

Her two giant ears keep her body cool

As she sits on her elephant eggs.

Should we ask her to leave this evening?

Or should we wait for pleasant weather?

Or should we wait until her babies hatch?

And watch them leave together?

MY FAVORITE THINGS

In the attic are my favorite things

A baseball bat and swimming rings

Two stuffed bears and a football boot

A checkered bag of pirate's loot

There's a tartan slipper, a woolly cap          

The handsome dreams of a treasure map

My baby bike with its tiny bell

That rang like the sound of an ocean shell

There's everything that a child desires

A dream that under-the-stairs inspires

But of all of these, my favorite thing

Is YOU, my friend, and the joy you bring.

DO NOT ENTER! 

In the attic is a treasure chest

That hides a thousand tales

Of ghosts and ghouls and warlocks

That chew on frogs and snails

There's the tall cap of a wizard

A pot for a witch's brew

That tastes of bats and horrid rats

In a bowl that's set for two

In the attic is a big locked door

Dark, scarey, bare

And if a toy gets lost inside

You had better leave it there

For the attic holds a scary world

That phantoms and fairies all share 

Where witches and wizards and snakes and lizards

Wash their underwear

So children, little children,

I tell you, "Please Beware"

There's a strange world in the attic

So, ENTER IF YOU DARE!