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  C RICHARD MILES (1961)
 
 

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  1.     

Caterpillar, Caterpillar - A Children's Poem

Caterpillar, caterpillar, crawl, crawl, crawl;
Don’t fall off the garden wall.
Caterpillar, caterpillar, eat, eat, eat;
Grow so fat on your furry feet.
Caterpillar, caterpillar, rest, rest, rest;
Soon you’ll change to be the best.
Caterpillar, caterpillar, try, try, try;
One day you’ll be the best butterfly.
 
C Richard Miles
   
 

   
   
 

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Hide And Seek (A Children's Poem)

One, two, three…
It will be
Hide and seek.
Please don’t peep.

Two, three, four…
Looking for
That secure
Wardrobe door.

Three, four, five…
I hope I’ve
Found a fine
Place to hide.

Four, five, six...
Will my tricks
Keep me hid
For a bit?

Five, six, seven…
I’m so clever:
Here for ever;
It is heaven.

Six, seven, eight…
Getting late:
How I hate
This long wait.

Seven, eight, nine…
It is time
Me to find;
I don’t mind.

Eight, nine, ten…
It’s the end.
Now, my friend:
Start again.
 
C Richard Miles
   
 

   
   
 

  3.     

The Shy Christmas Tree And The Hundred Fairy Lights

Now the Christmas tree sits shyly
In the corner of the room,
Like a shining beam of brightness
In the dismal winter gloom,
All aglow with tiny twinkles
Of a hundred fairy lights
Dancing round shy, trembling branches
In the dark December nights.

Shiny tinsel shimmers sparkling,
Twined around like silver string,
While the multicoloured baubles
Turn around and gently swing,
All reflecting light and glitter
From the hundred fairy lights
Dancing round shy, trembling branches
In the dark December nights.

Stuck tight to the top’s a fairy
In her ballerina dress;
As to what she might be thinking
You will have to try and guess:
Is she looking on with longing
At the hundred fairy lights
Dancing round shy, trembling branches
In the dark December nights?

There are presents for the grown-ups
Underneath the Christmas tree
But there’s nothing for the children
Who will have to wait and see
What old Santa has got for them
While the hundred fairy lights
Dance around shy, trembling branches
In the dark December nights.

He will go collect his reindeer
And pack presents on his sleigh
And then fly among the moonbeams,
Just before it’s Christmas day,
Guided by the twinkling starshine
Bright as all those fairy lights
Dancing round shy, trembling branches
In the dark December nights.

He will wait until each infant
Is tucked up so tight asleep,
For they mustn’t ever catch him
And they mustn’t ever peep
Till he vanishes in stardust
Glittering bright as fairy lights
Dancing round shy, trembling branches
In the dark December nights.

And then, when it’s Christmas morning,
At the bottom of each bed
There will be a pile of presents
For each smiling, happy head
That sees toys and gifts, as welcome
As the hundred fairy lights
Dancing round shy, trembling branches
In the dark December nights.

And they’ll hurry down the staircase
For their breakfast and they’ll see
That the Christmas tree is smiling,
Joining in with all their glee
As it shakes, with happy laughter,
All its hundred fairy lights
Which dance round shy, trembling branches
In the dark December nights.

But the Christmas tree grows sadder,
For the next twelve days will fly
And then Christmas will be over
And it’s time to say goodbye,
Though it’s thankful for the friendship
Of the hundred fairy lights
Which danced round shy, trembling branches
In the dark December nights.

But one of its relations,
In a forest, far away,
Waits, in keen anticipation,
For next year’s Christmas day
When it stands, proud, in the corner
With a hundred fairy lights
To dance round brave, waving branches
In the dark December nights.
 
C Richard Miles
   
 

   
   
 

  4.     

The Photocopier

The photocopier’s stopped again; it’s really not much use.
We’ll have to get another one, since it won’t reproduce
And even when it does, it’s slow and mucks up every copy.
If you want double-sided, you can sup ten cups of coffee
And fume and swear and rant and curse and utter words unkind
While it is merely warming up and making up its mind
As to when to jam and get stuff stuck, (which it really does a lot)
Usually a pesky paper scrap in an inaccessible spot!
It seems to have two settings: much too black and far too pale.
It does the opposite of what you want – Exactly, without fail!
I really shouldn’t groan and gripe and come across as a moaner,
Though, always when you’re in a rush, it’s running low on toner
But I’m sure we’d miss it if it went; I’m sure you’ll understand
Since it’d take us flipping ages to copy stuff out by hand!
 
C Richard Miles
   
 
 

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