Pet Cat

Little John,
In the Lawn,
Runs around,
and hears a sound.
He finds a cat,
By the door mat,
He cuddles it in,
And makes it his pet.

Mamma Says

Mamma says,

I have,

Twinkle in my eyes,

Cookoo in my voice,

Swan in my walk

And music in my talks.

She Says,

I can fly like a bird,

And play with the herd,

But darling don’t ever cry,

And it is bad to tell a lie.