My sister Laura’s bigger than me

But tiny FredJust lies in bed,The lazy little beast.

It it’s good enough to eat,It’s good enough to stand!On a plinth in LondonA statue we should seeOf Porridge made in ScotlandSigned, ‘Oatmeal, O.B.E.’(By a young dog of three)

They’d never seen a bee before!So waited there to see some more.And sure enough along they cameA dozen bees (and all the same!)Within the hive they buzzed about;Then, one by one, they all flew out.Said Four: ‘Those bees are silly things,But how I wish I had their wings!’

I was sentenced to life….without her.Strange trial.No judge.No jury.I wonder who my visitors will be.

A part of British heritageAye, each and every one.English Teeth, Happy Teeth!Always having funClamping down on bits of fishAnd sausages half done.English Teeth! HEROES’ Teeth!Hear them click! and clack!Let’s sing a song of praise to them –Three Cheers for the Brown Grey and Black.

Scorflufus! is one by nameIt comes from the EastPacked in bladders of yeastSo the Chinese must take half the blame.There’s a case in the filesOf Sir Barrington-PylesWhile hunting a fox one dayShot up in the airAnd remained hanging there!While the hairs on his socks turned grey!Aye!Scorflufus had struck!At man, beast, and duck.And the knees of…