A Pig Named Sue
by Jeff Duckworth
Do you know Sue? She thinks she can fly.
She thinks she’s a fairy. I do not know why.
She knows of the ground, but not of the sky.
She knows of low down, but not of up high.
Sue made some wings, she made them of wood.
Held together with tape, they weren’t very good.
Then she flew far, as far as she could.
But found herself standing right where she had stood.
A Platypus In My BedBy Jeff Duckworth
Asleep? In bed? Why am I not in bed?
My reason is good,
Listen you should.
Of why I’m not in bed.
Jumping. Leaping. A hopping in my bed!
A platypus,
Is all a-fuss.
Just bouncing in my bed.
So there. You see? Why I’m not in bed.
Up I’ll stay,
Until he’s away.
I will not go to bed.
A boy whom wishes he had a rock.
If I had a dog I think I’d call him Larry
I’d like him kinda big, I’d like him kinda hairy
And very sharp teeth, well maybe not very
For a sharp teethed dog would be kinda scary
I’d teach him to get dirty, to do doggy stuff
And if he couldn’t bark, I’d teach him to say ruff
And if he were afraid, I’d teach him to be tough
And if he gets a flea, I’ll gladly scratch his fluff
I wish I had a dog, but sadly I do not
A boring pet rock is sadly all I got
But maybe someday, If I wish a lot
A dog to name Larry, I’ll finally get a shot
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