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The Bubbly Crocodile
The Bubbly Crocodile
Lives in the South
And is perfectly formed
Except for his mouth
Where a Croc is normally
Long in the face
The Bubbly Croc’s
Is all over the place
His mouth is round
He has no teeth
He sucks boiled sweets
And his name is Keith
When he swims
In the river wide
He blows bubbles
From his inside
And now we know
And it makes us smile
Why Keith is called
Bubbly crocodile
© 1999 Philip G. Bell
Peppermint Soldiers
I love my Peppermint Soldiers
I march them up and down
I often take them with me
When Mommy and me go to Town
But though I love them dearly
They are a yummy treat
And when I get real hungry
I start off with their feet
I work up through the middle
Until the very top
Well my lovely peppermint soldiers
Didn’t ask me to stop
© 2000 Philip G. Bell
Gnome Abroad
There was an old gnome
Who lost his home
When he couldn’t keep up with the rent
So he packed a comb
And went off to roam
With a knapsack and a tent
Whilst on the road
He met a toad
Who asked him where he was bound
He said with some glee
I am off to sea
On a ship from Plymouth Sound
The toad asked just where
He would be when he’s there
At the end of the watery way
Gnome with a grin
Said I’ll be in
The good ol’ U.S. of A
From Plymouth he sailed
In a ship so regaled
With bunting and all kinds of stuff
The captain said if
The sails are not stiff
You’ll all need plenty of puff
But the wind it was good
And soon they all stood
On the decks as they all espied land
They shouted aloud
At a gathering crowd
And a rather propitious brass band
As the gnome stepped ashore
‘twas the very last straw
for ‘Anything to declare?’
The customs man asked
As he’d been tasked
But our gnome, he couldn’t care
‘Yes’ he said
Turning his head
This country is mighty and fine
But all I need now
Is a medium done cow
And an excellent glass of red wine
© 2000 Philip G. Bell
Unspoilt Memory
My old friend Digger is slow now
As we walk the forest trail
So many times we’ve trod this way
So many wags of the tail
He knows each tree, each unique smell,
He knows the way so well.
This trust we have between us now
As we pass this leafy dell
He stops and waits for me to catch up
He nuzzles right up to me,
Good boy I say, you’re a real good pal,
Shall we go home for tea.
© 1999 Philip G. Bell
Rom Pom Pom
As I follow my Mom
With a Rom Pom Pom
I’m a Soldier Boy
With a rom pom pom
As I follow my Mom
As I follow my Dad
With a rata tad tad
I’m Drummer Boy
With a rata tad tad
As I follow my Dad
And I’m growing up
With a tupa tup tup
I’ll be big and strong
With a tupa tup tup
And I’m growing up
Now I’m all grown big
With a jiga jig jig
And I don’t give a fig
With a jiga jig jig
Now I’m all grown big
And all along the road of life
I see the world full of trouble and strife
With a rom pom pom
I will follow my mom
With a rom pom pom
I will follow my mom
© 2000 Philip G. Bell
Tony Chestnut
Toe knee, chest nut
A friend I cannot see
Tony Chestnut
Can play with you and me
To ask our Tony if he'll play
First you touch your toe
Be careful how you do it
It must be done with show!
Then with your left elbow
Your right knee you must touch
Be careful you don't fall
Or it may hurt you much.
With two fists now like Tarzan
You must beat upon your chest
Whilst shouting TONY CHESTNUT
That's the part I love the best!
And now to end I'll tell you
Before this verse is shut
With your favorite knuckle
Knock upon your Nut
Where's you Nut? I hear you scream,
It's nearly time for bed!
Your Nut is just a slang word
For your little head!
Now if he doesn't hear you
This process do again.
Be careful when you knock your nut!
In case you hurt your brain.
© 2000 Philip G. Bell
Bicycle Eclipse
Did you see that?
The cheeky Moon,
Came and stole
The Sun so soon.
Cycled up close
And took a bite,
Just because
It likes the night.
Then rode closer,
Half was gone.
Blackness where
The sun had shone.
Soon the Moon
Had eaten all.
Did you see?
She had such gall!
Better call
The Doctor quick,
I think the Moon
Is very sick!
For out of her Mouth
Appears the sun,
Brightening our day
Oh what fun!
© 2000 Philip G. Bell
Relatively Cute
Ah, Isn't she cute, your new baby girl
She's just like her Mother too.
Her eyes are all crossed in the sweetest way,
And already she's six feet two.
Her fifteen arms are so short and plump,
And her hair is a neat shade of green.
She's got to be the finest baby,
That Mars has ever seen.
© 2000: Philip G. Bell
The Little Blue Man
There was a little man
Who lived in my shoe
There wasn't much air
And so he turned blue
There was a blue man
Escaped from my shoe
But then he was caught
And put in a zoo
A little blue zoo man
Was kept in a cage
This was not nice
So he flew in a rage
An Angry blue zoo man
Flew out of the zoo
And all of a sudden
Was back in my shoe
This story I tell
I swear it is true
Of the little blue man
Who lives in my shoe
© 2000 Philip G. Bell
Sea Born
When I grow up I'll go to sea
I'll sail to far off lands
And swim in blue lagoons
And play in golden sands
When I grow up the sea's for me
I'll be a captain bold
But I guess I'll start as a cabin boy
When I am ten years old
I'll work real hard and reach the top
And be a hero too
When I get my first ship to myself
When I am twenty-two
Copyright 2000: Philip G. Bell
Magic Castles
I wandered here, I wandered there
To find Magic Castles In the air
But all I found up in the sky
Were great big clouds, I wondered why.
And then at once it came to me
I simply let my mind wander free
And the clouds revealed a sight so rare
The many Magic Castles in the air
Copyright 2000: Philip G. Bell
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Jungle Bunny
Deep in the darkest Jungle
You’ll discover something funny
For the most dangerous creature living there
Is the infamous Jungle Bunny
Jungle Bunny is very fierce
Jungle Bunny, Jungle Bunny
Jungle Bunny claws will pierce
And that my friend’s not funny
So don’t go to the Jungle
Alone my dearest chum
You may discover a ball of fluff
And end up in his tum
Jungle Bunny is very fierce
Jungle Bunny, Jungle Bunny
Jungle Bunny claws will pierce
And that my friend’s not funny
© 1999 Philip G. Bell
BBBB
Billie Bertrand Barrington Bear
Walks with his head, held high in the air
And gives the impression, that he doesn’t care
That his name is B.B. Barrington Bear
Billie Bertrand Barrington Bear
Is proud of his name, and I wouldn’t dare
To give him a nickname, it wouldn’t be fair
To Billie Bertrand Barrington Bear
Billie Bertrand Barrington Bear
Is always careful to brush his hair
He’s so smart, it makes folk stare
At Billie Bertrand Barrington Bear
Billie Bertrand Barrington Bear
Is very unusual and exceedingly rare
And you’d never expect to see a pair
Like Billie Bertrand Barrington Bear
Billie Bertrand Barrington Bear
Follows me just everywhere
And does it with such grace and flair
That’s Billie Bertrand Barrington Bear
© 2000 Philip G. Bell
Flip Flop
Scoosy Susie Sister Sweet
Are those really shoes upon your feet
Or are they boxes around your soxes
Air-conditioned for the heat
Burley Bertie Brother Brave
You’ll send me early to my grave
Your full of wit and full of grit
And you don’t know how to behave
Crazy Children Cannot Cope
With each other, they’ve lost hope
Playing games and calling names
Will they get better? The answer’s, ‘Nope’
© 2000 Philip G. Bell
A Child’s Dream
Here I sit on the step by the lane
And I wonder if I’ll ever be
Where my dreams take me to
When asleep in my bed
And my mind is allowed to roam free
And here I sit on the step by the lane
And I look across to the bay
Where old sailing ships
With their cargoes aboard
Are bound for lands far away
And here I sit on the step by the lane
And I close my eyes once more
And I try to dream
Of where I could be
If I was older than Four
© 2000 Philip G. Bell
Munch Crunch
Munch Crunch, Munch Crunch
The sound of a Giant eating your Bones
Munch Crunch, Munch Crunch
Not the most pleasant, audible tones
His parents had told him to eat much more quietly
But try as he might, his mouth wouldn’t shut.
They said that quiet eating was essential at
the table,
But the sound was far worse than cracking a nut.
Sluppery Slurp, Sluppery Slurp
The Sound of the Giant licking his lips
Sluppery Slurp, Sluppery Slurp
After drinking your blood with delicate sips
“Now son we are cross,” said his
parents at this
“You are far too noisy when drinking, we
can tell
A gentleman never, makes a sound at the table
Except when you’ve eaten him up, as well”
Urp Burp, Urp Burp
The Sound of the Giant relaxing at last
Urp Burp, Urp Burp
The problem of eating, way too fast.
© 2000 Philip G. Bell
A Poem with Bounce
Here is a tale from when I was a kid
‘Bout old Ma Supial , she’s no slouch,
Raised her kids alone she did
Raised them in a pouch
They kicked and screamed, quite a bit
Which hurt her deep inside
But she never, ever thought to quit
Though in the sun she fried
I have to say she moaned a lot
as she bounced along the plain
But her Joey’s meant a lot to her
And her instinct kept her sane
So here’s to her, our Mother Roo,
Queen of all Australia
I think I’ll have to run outside
And pick for her a Dahlia
© 2000 Philip G. Bell
Milligan’s Mat
At school, the cat
Did plainly sit, upon the mat.
And all of us,
Without a fuss,
Could see that, that was that.
But Jimmy Milligan said
I guess it came from in his head
That the mat,
Sat on the cat.
And squished the poor thing flat.
© 2000 Philip G. Bell
Fish Crackers
I went to the Fishmonger,
To buy a pound of Whale.
He said that it was awkward,
For the Whale he had no scale.
No scales to weigh this delicacy?
An idea filled me with elation.
I raced along a nearby track,
To the Whale Weigh Station.
© 2000 Philip G. Bell
Crazy Farm
A cat upon a hot tin roof
Danced with a cow that raised a hoof
And asked if the cat would marry her
And all the cat would say is Purr!
The farmer hearing such a din
Upon his roof said it was a sin
That animals would behave this way
Upon his roof in the heat of the day
He called his wife to see the fuss
But she had left for town upon the bus
So he chased them off by grabbing a broom
Round the yard and into a room
Where the cat meowed and the Cow did Moo
And the farmers screamed Shoo, shoo, shoo
Until at last he got them out
And then let go with a victory shout
The Cat sprung back on the roof outside
The cow followed after, where else could it hide
And the farmers rushing out from being inside
Just sat down and he cried and he cried.
His wife came home she had bought a fiddle
She gave it to the cat and asked it a riddle
The cat just laughed in a catty kind of way
The cow then asked if the cat could play
At that the cat played such a wonderful tune
That the cow then said it was over the moon
The farmers dog laughed at all this fun
And the farmer collapsed from too much sun
© 2000 Philip G. Bell
Hot Shot
Arthur
Monk looked in his trunk
And rummaged around in the bottom
At first he was quiet and then caused a riot
By shouting out loud I HAVE GOT'EM
What he had got, when he shouted a lot
As he rummaged around in the bottom
I have no idea, but I thought it was queer
When he pulled out a gun and then Shot'em
I thought this was strange, as he shot at
close range
From the shot gun, the shot it was hot
And I venture to be bold, the target was cold
So the shot, it did not, hit the spot
© 2000 Philip G. Bell
The Pink
and Purple Dragon
The Pink
and Purple Dragon
lived in a Cave
On the side of a Mountain in Wales
He was terribly fierce, with a fiery breath
And was the subject of various tales
One day a knight
in armour came
To the valley at the foot of the mountain
There to rest himself and his horse
In a garden with a beautiful fountain
As he drank of the water he heard these words
"Good Day, Good Knight
and are you well?"
A maiden so fair, was stood right there
And a story she started to tell.
"Can you rid us fair Knight
of the Dragon
up there?"
As she pointed way up to the cave
"He is becoming a pest down here in the valley,
And the situation's becoming quite grave"
So the Knight
upon his horse
he mounted
And raced up the side of the Hill
He clearly was so terribly brave
But I know his horse
felt quite ill
As he reached the cave he shouted out
"Come Dragon,
come face me now"
But he'd picked for himself the wrong cave
you see
And out from inside came a cow
As he pondered on the smallness of this
little "dragon"
The rear to him was quite blind.
Up the real dragon
crept and his fiery breath
Promptly burnt
his behind
The knight
did jump and his horse
kind of chuckled
As he rushed down the hill to the fountain
And there he did sit with his bottom
to cool
Refusing to go back up the mountain.
And the Dragon's
still there to this day, I am told
Sitting in his cave in the Mountain
And many have cooled in the valley below
With there rears
in the waters of the fountain
Copyright 2000: Philip G. Bell
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