WHAT DID I SEE?

I went to the jungle and what did I see?

A lion who roared at me.

I went to the jungle and what did I see?

A monkey who pulled a face at me.

I went to the jungle and what did I see?

A koala bear that hugged me.

I went to the jungle and what did I see?

A cat who purred at me.

I went to the jungle and what did I see?

A tiger who jumped at me.

I think I’d better run.

Mia Victoria Bainbridge, aged 7, Spennymoor

LAST ORDERS

Once a place to meet old friends

And have a pint or two

Now so many boarded up

We are left with just a few.

No more to tinkle those ivories

As a singer sang their song,

Then when the beer reached our toes

We all would sing along.

The name of the pub

Displayed on a swinging sign

Might have been King’s or Queen’s Head

Or Lion preceded by those colours,

Golden, Black or Red.

Gordon McCallum, Bowburn, Durham

FAREWELL

Michael Jackson, the King of Pop

Has come to an emotional stop.

He could sing, dance and entertain

One fault, he was a little vain.

Why he had to change his face

For all his fans were from many a race.

I can still see him walk the walk

I can still hear him talk the talk

But one thing now he cannot do

Is perform on stage for me and you.

When I hear his music play

I want to dance his way

As good as him, I could not be

But trying hard amused me.

So to all Michael Jackson fans out there

We will meet him one day somewhere

We’ll sing, dance and rejoice

For once again we’ll hear his voice.

Until the time we join him there

With the angels we know not where

His music will remain in our hearts

Giving a feeling we are not so far apart.

Sandra Moran, Darlington