Scotland's a place of
Bannock and Burns,
Of Mountain, Glen, and Heather,
Where folk may climb or walk all day,
What aufu weather.
Little Miss Tomboy
Tomboy??? A tomboy??
Don’t you, ever call me a Tomboy!!!
I can be, so, ever sedate,
Like caviar on a plate,
No never, a tomboy!!
Yes, Me, ever the young lady,
‘Cause I’ve freckles on my cheek
It don’t make me a freak
I’m a proper young lady.
for ones feelings?
They just don’t care.
They’re far, far too clever?
they sit there
torment or taunt.
A warning to others
Just, Just let them be,
And from a mental disaster
You just might be free.
What is a boy?
He is a gift from above,
Given to parents to cherish and love.
A boy is that baby wrapt up in a shawl,
You nurtured and cuddled like a cotton wool ball.
A boy is a wonder who never stops still,
Creating his own world out of nothing but will.
A boy is a youth who will stand by his mates,
But adults and girls seem to be something he hates.
A boy is a person, when he meets that special girl,
Is out of this world, and is lost in a whirl.
A boy is a man, that has now become a dad,
But watch how he acts, for he is still only a lad.
A man is a boy at no matter what age,
Just give him a toy, and he will turn back the page.
Henry the littlest aeroplane
Henry, the littlest
aeroplane, Then Henry’s pilot came
They said wasn’t a plane at all, And
whispered ever so low,
Because, Henry, the littlest aeroplane “Let us go , and we
Was really far too small. Where
the others cannot go.
He had an engine, wings and tail,
Well!! Henry was so Happy,
and a pilot who was tall, He
flew ever, ever so high,
Yet still they told poor Henry, For he
was really, really sure,
“Henry, you’re far too small”. He would
find it, by and by.
Said Henry, “When I grow
up, Would you believe what happened?
I’ll be like a jumbo jet”,
The others said, “It can’t’ be found,
But all poor Henry ever heard was. We have looked
“Henry, you’re too small yet”. There is
nothing much around”.
He dreamt he was a fighter plane,
Still, Henry went on looking
With guns, bombs, and all, Into
every cranny and nook,
When he told the other planes, they laughed, Even down into the
“Henry, you really are too small”. The others
were too big to look.
Whatever could poor Henry do,
Low and behold, he found it,
To make himself big and tall? Lying
there upon the ground,
He had tried almost everything, Then all the
people cheered him,
Still, Henry was too small.
“Hurray!! we have been found”.
Then, a great big, big aeroplane
Now those who said that Henry
The biggest ever seen, Had
tail and wings too small,
Went down among the mountains, They all began to
cheer, and shout,
In a tiny small ravine. “
Henry you are bigger than us all”
Helicopters, and fighter planes,
Planes, big, fast, and slow,
Searched just about everywhere,
Everywhere that they could go.
A Tribute to:-
Those Ladies in the kitchen,
The ones you never see,
Who always are so busy
Making us a cup of tea.
No mater what the function,
Or, no mater where it be,
You will always find those women
Who are willing to make the tea.
And when the functions over,
There is cleaning up, you see!!
And who will do it this time?
OF COURSE !!!!
The ladies who made the tea.
adam mccafferty c 1989
The boys were playing in the yard, and seemed to be having fun,
When!! out from under the wood heap
A lizard come out to sun.
One of the boys spied it and ran to get a stick,
“You can’t hit it with that thing,
Wait!!! I’ve got a brick“.
So off they went in hot pursuit, to maim or even kill,
Till little sister, she appeared,
“I’ll tell Mum, I will”.
“How would you feel if it was you, and you were in it’s place”
“Do you think you would like
someone to smash your face”?
The boys looked at her in disgust,
“You girls are all the same”!!!
“Not big and brave like us boys, to be a girl is such a shame”.
She turned around, head held high,
Hands on her hips she stood!!!
“If all of us girls had our way, we’d turn you boys into wood”.
Percy The Penguin
Percy the little penguin, has a coat upon his back,
He looks so awfully formal!!
‘Tis made of Down, and Black.
Percy the little penguin, has a shirt as white as
But , what he wears underneath?
I really do not know.
Percy the little penguin, doesn’t ever sit to
Nor, never ever, with his food,
Would he drink any
Percy the little penguin, how he enjoys his swim,
He sides down the ice flows,
And slips right over the rim.
Percy’s a funny penguin, to see him wobble
But when he mingles with his mates!!
You would never pick him out.
want to be a fireman”, said Ted,
As mum washed his Knee.
“Yes, I think I’ll be a fireman
And be as brave as brave can be,
You won’t ever hear me cry
Whenever I skin my Knee,
I must be really, really brave,
If a fireman, I’d would like to be”.
“When the bell rings for a fire,
To be sure, I’ll never fail,
As I jump up into the engine
Then you will hear the sirens wail,
We are off will be the call,
As we drive out of the station,
You will see all the traffic stop,
Maybe right around the nation”.
“With firemen’s boots and helmet on,
I’ll be ready for to fight
A fire just about anywhere,
Whither it happens by day or night.
Then roll out all of the hoses,
That will let the water run
And put out all the fires,
I’m sure it would be so much fun”
“When I am a big brave fireman
Do you know what I think I’ll will miss?
Ouch!! please be gentle with me mum.
Please, give it a great big kiss”?
Old folk are worth a fortune,
With silver in their hair, Gold in their teeth,
Stones in their Kidneys, Lead in their feet,
And Gas in their stomachs.
become a little older since I saw you last
and a few changes have come into my life.
Frankly, I have become a frivolous old girl..
I am seeing six gentlemen every day.
As soon as I wake up Will Power helps me out of bed
Then I go and see John.
Next it’s time for uncle Toby to come along, followed by
They leave and Arthur -Itus shows up and stays for the
rest of the day.
He doesn’t like to stay too long in one place too long,
So he takes me from joint to joint.
After such a busy
day I’m tired and glad to go to bed with Johnny Walker.
What a life!! Oh yes!! and I’m also flirting with All Zymer.
A preacher came in the other day and said, “At my age I should be
thinking of the here after”. I told him, “I do it all the time” .
No mater where I am, in the kitchen, upstairs, down in the laundry,
I ask myself, “Now what am I here after.
Hillcrest News Letter Oct 1998