Bluejay
Blurb: Little boy blue, why so blue? When you know you will find mama soon enough. A collection of short poetry.
Hush little bird don't you cry
For you see a hatching found himself far away from home
And so the little bird cried and cried, but not for attention
For the longing to go home.
Hush little bird don't you cry
For mama will get you out of there soon
Hush little bird don't you worry
For mama hears your softy moans
Hush little bird everything will be okay and everything will be alright so don't you worry child of hers.
And, so the little bird listen and sat there to what the awful people called the wind
But the little bird new better
The little bird new that was mamma talking to him
So, he waited and waited and waited before the cage door was opened.
Fly.
And, so he did.
He was once called robin,
But now he is blue jay flying out into the wild
Flying freely
Flying for the west,
Flying to find her.
Finding mama.
Mountain
And, we're off to see a mountain
What kind of mountain?
Nobody knows, but everyone cares,
But either way we're off to see a mountain
Off to see a mountain.
And, then we run into a bird,
A tree,
River stream
A rock,
A bear and roll down the hill and caught by the woodland.
And, then we're off back home because the mountain trip is far to dangerous.
Riddle
Riddle me this riddle me that says the man
Riddle me this and riddle me that,
Tell me a riddle one dark and twisted
One scary and cool and let one that's never been heard of before.
Riddle me this and riddle me that
Tell me something new,
Something unique and unexpected
Tell me something not from this world
Not from this world.
Tell me a riddle that may please my curiosity
Tell me a riddle that may please yours
Tell me a riddle that is more then just mumble
Tell me a riddle that may stop this rumble
And, last but not all tell me a riddle that rhymes.