TICKLES COTTAGE

BEWARE OF THE HOLE

There's a dark hole in the garden

And I know it's waiting there

For children to come and visit

Wandering to its edge, if they dare.

There's a deep hole in the garden

Deep and dark and wide

Many have heard it call them in

And many have, sadly, complied.

There's a hole there in the garden

Dark from side to side

If you hear it say, "Come out to play."

Child, stay indoors and hide! 

OLD BOOT

There's an old boot in the garden

Beside a rose-bush thorn

Its laces, spliced and withered,

Show it was well-worn.

I wonder who wore that old boot

Who wore its leather down

Tied its laces tight and firm

Thin and muddy brown. 

Where is its partner now?

Are there stories to be told?

The old boot lies in the garden

Where will I lie when I'm old?

 MUSHROOM

I'm glad I don't live in a mushroom

There's not much room at all

I tried to drag my bed in there

But it went right through the wall.

I tried to hang a picture up

To add a simple chair

But it's far too small for anything at all

So now it's dark and bare.

Mushrooms are so tiny

You can't even fit a mouse

How many rooms do you think would fit

Inside a mushroom house?