I am the march bird, the march bird, the march bird,
Oh yes, oh wonderful I!
As I sat in my nest
I noticed a pest,
And he went by a name, which was fly.
So I said buzz off, but he just gave a cough.
I told him goodbye, but he just sat there, fly.
So then crunch was the sound of that guy.
The March Bird’s Warning
It was early March morning, and I got a warning from a birdie way up in the sky.
There would be ants in my pants,
And frogs that would dance,
On top of my blueberry pie!
Spooks
As I lie in bed tonight,
I think of things that give me fright,
from mummies in their grimy tombs,
to closet creatures in my room.
I hear a deafening growl and then,
I know my doom is sealed.
The end.
Bigfoot’s Hair
I cut the Bigfoot’s hair.
It gave me quite a scare,
He is sitting around in my chair,
And if you look in town square,
you can still see me there,
cutting the Bigfoots hair.
My Monster
A monster’s hiding in my bed
his horns are sharp
his eyes are red.
He is blob, his slime is seeping
up the bed, he is slowly creeping.
Oh geez, it’s climbing up.
I don’t want a piece of stuff.
Oh my, oh me, oh help, oh no!
Oh wait, it’s just Jell-O.