When the pen takes control.

Now who would carve a ball of wool

up on the top of a wooden stool

so while I’m up here what the heck

I think I’m gonna have a peck

but ouch, that hurts and now I see

the ball is made of wood like me

so instead of finding a nice soft bed

I just get a sore bill and aching head

It’s a sad and lonely life I lead

drifting slowly across the lake

till with a splash into the reeds

I dive and choose which meal to take

a fish, a frog sometimes an eel

are caught and then devoured by me

but come Springtime such a meal

will be shared with my family

of hen and chicks if we’re so blessed

waiting patiently on the nest.

Twins

Remember the days of George, Bungle and Zippy

these characters were an obvious recipe

for a programme for children’s TV

which I am sure the producers could see

would be one of the best on BBC