Peter Picker

Peter Picker

I am Peter Picker;

I can see you there.

Do you seek the monster,

Hiding in his lair;

Or have you come for my peppers,

It is a myth that I pickle them.

I wear them in my hair.

by Hazel, age 9

A Happy Dog

A happy dog jumps,

A happy dog leaps,

A happy dog goes off leash;

A sad dog does not.

A happy cat pounces,

A happy cat plays,

A happy cat goes outside;

A sad cat does not.

A happy bird sings,

A happy bird flies,

A happy bird goes in the sky;

A sad bird does not.

by Hazel, age 9