What Does The Fish Say?

All people know that fish can’t growl

Or yowl, or hoot, or hum, or howl.

They cannot squeak, they cannot squeal,

They cannot bark just like a seal.

They cannot purr, nor can they cluck,

With whistling they are out of luck.

They cannot hiss just like a snake.

But there’s one sound all fish can make.

There’s someone who can solve the riddle.

His back is bumpy like a griddle.

But that’s, beware, no easy task,

A crocodile you’ll have to ask.

The Cat and The Bat

There once was a cat

In a tall purple hat

And all night the cat sat

All alone on his mat.

And one night a white bat

Flew above the cat’s mat.

And then it loopty-looped

To the ground with a splat.

“It’s a rat!” the cat spat

as he fixed his tall hat.

He was ready to pounce at

The strange flying rat,

As you know that no cat

Can be friends with a rat.

“I’m no rat,” squeaked the bat.

“Don’t you see I’m a bat?”

The cat stared with suspicion,

“Are you sure about that?”

So they started to chat

About this, about that.

And since then the white bat

Became friends with the cat,

And now lives in his wonderful, tall purple hat.

For you see that a bat

Is in no way a rat.

It is rats that the cats

Love to chase.

Little Brown Snail

The little brown snail

Had a little red pail,

And wherever he went

He would leave a wet trail.

Every day he would scale

Garden walls of Ms.Dale

With his little red pail

And would eat all the kale.

But the gale brought the hail,

So the little brown snail

Stuffed his cheeks full of kale

And hid under the pail.

And this is a true tale

Of a little brown snail

With his little red pail

Full of tasty green kale.