The Winkle and the Walruss On the shores of the Muggawossy To the east of the Blue Lagoon Lived a Winkle and a Walrus In the light of the shimmering moon The Winkle winked its tiny eye And the Walrus's whiskers twitched The Winkle winkled a little bubble And the Walrus sat and itched The Sand-Flea troubled the Walrus that day And the Winkle was unable to help And the bothering flea was inclined to bite Which made the poor Walrus yelp So the Walrus looked at the Winkle and said To the sea I must make my way I'll return so don't worry, when I've soothed my skin When the night has passed into day The Winkle just winkled and winked its eye And thought of it's friend in the sea When the tide it returns, I'll be free of it too He didn't care much for the flea Copyright 2000: Philip G. Bell Brannigan's Flannel Old Mr Brannigan lived down our street With nothing but cardboard, worn on his feet His clothes were in tatters, worse than Daniel O' Dannel But his mind was all clothed in best Brannigan Flannel His tales from old Ireland, were as magic to us As Kids gathered round when we met on the bus He'd tell us of Leprechauns and great pot's of gold And how certain folk, they never grow old He told how he'd once kissed the Blarney Stone And how he once found a great giants bone They once lived in old Ireland a long time ago Their causeway is still a great tourist show Old Mr Brannigan once lived down our street With nothing but cardboard, worn on his feet Brannigan's Flannel is gone now, he died But I carry his memory deep inside Copyright 2000 Philip G. Bell The Hedgehog Ball I laughed to see the Pudding Crawl A new dance at the Hedgehog Ball They took their partners and then so quickly Spun them round so nice and prickly The Interval had guest star dancers Foxes Trotting and Piggy Prancers A show case for the watching owls Porcupines and Rare Breed Fowls And once again the dance floor filled With platypus, of course duck-billed And the orchestra all sat on logs Soprano Bats and Bass Bull-Frogs Until at last the final waltz Sugar and Spice and all that smaltz We'll have to wait for next year's call To gather here at the Hedgehog's Ball Copyright 2001: Philip G. Bell The Peanut Soldier A peanut soldier, brave and bold, To me this story, he had told, Of a battle most infernal, And how he was saved, by his kernel. A nutty tale, we all agreed, And yet, no doubt, a noble deed, If not for this, our friend did utter, "I'd have ended up as peanut butter!" Shells were falling, all around, In the trees and on the ground, Advancing on, the enemy attackers, Armed to the teeth, with their nutcrackers. But the kernel stood firm and tough, Until at last, they'd had enough, The enemy defeated, really vexed, Nutcrackers away, 'til Christmas next. Copyright 2001 Philip G. Bell

Ping Whizzle Pop Stop Ping Whizzle Pop Stop Ding Riddle Boo Ping Whizzle Pop Stop How do you Do When I was going to the Fair I met a Big Brown Cow I asked her if she had the time She said that it was now Ping Whizzle Pop Stop Ding Riddle Boo Ping Whizzle Pop Stop How do you Do When I was going to the Town I met a Kangaroo I asked where she was going to She said the local zoo Ping Whizzle Pop Stop Ding Riddle Boo Ping Whizzle Pop Stop How do you Do As I was going up a hill I saw a Giant Toad It was sitting on toadstool But it jumped into the road Ping Whizzle Pop Stop Ding Riddle Boo Ping Whizzle Pop Stop How do you Do As I was going to my home I met that old Brown Cow again I asked her if we'd met before She answered Yes 'twas then Ping Whizzle Pop Stop Ding Riddle Boo Ping Whizzle Pop Stop How do you Do Copyright 2000: Philip G. Bell The Pea in my Whistle My pea got stuck in my whistle My whistle has got a stuck pea It doesn’t vibrate when I whistle And I can’t seem to wobble it free I blow oh so hard on my whistle But no sound my whistle will make And a whistle that’s silent is awful It’s more than a young boy can take I’ll have to ask my Grandpa If he knows how to unstick the pea He’s ever so good to mend things Especially when its for me So I’ll wait for a bit, ‘til I see him To ask what he’ll do with the pea I’ll run off to my home now And go round after my tea Copyright 2000: Philip G. Bell The Dragon who stubbed his toe The Dragon who stubbed his toe Held his breath you know To avoid being rude Or terribly crude About this painful blow But a Dragon that holds his breath Takes a risk of causing his death For the fire that burns Will provoke our concerns And leave a mowth terrible meth (thorry but the dragon wath left with a lithp!) Copyright 2001: Philip G. Bell