Pip & Tooit Weave
Excerpt:
‘It’s too hot!’ Tweets Pip
to his friend Tooit.
‘Let’s dig a cool sand pit? Our spindly legs are quite fit.’
‘Some things we cannot shirk.’ They chirp as they work.
‘Buffblows eat too much! What a thirsty bunch!
They’ve grown so tall, now in tunnels we crawl.
Their heads are so high!
their horns have torn the sky!’
The birds dig dens for eggs with their spindly legs
More birds twitter, moan and mutter.
‘In the ground we funnel, squash and huddle,
we’re in so much trouble Buffblows live in a bubble!
Who can we call?
When the sky starts to fall!’
Excerpt:
‘It’s too hot!’ Tweets Pip
to his friend Tooit.
‘Let’s dig a cool sand pit? Our spindly legs are quite fit.’
‘Some things we cannot shirk.’ They chirp as they work.
‘Buffblows eat too much! What a thirsty bunch!
They’ve grown so tall, now in tunnels we crawl.
Their heads are so high!
their horns have torn the sky!’
The birds dig dens for eggs with their spindly legs
More birds twitter, moan and mutter.
‘In the ground we funnel, squash and huddle,
we’re in so much trouble Buffblows live in a bubble!
Who can we call?
When the sky starts to fall!’
Excerpt:
‘It’s too hot!’ Tweets Pip
to his friend Tooit.
‘Let’s dig a cool sand pit? Our spindly legs are quite fit.’
‘Some things we cannot shirk.’ They chirp as they work.
‘Buffblows eat too much! What a thirsty bunch!
They’ve grown so tall, now in tunnels we crawl.
Their heads are so high!
their horns have torn the sky!’
The birds dig dens for eggs with their spindly legs
More birds twitter, moan and mutter.
‘In the ground we funnel, squash and huddle,
we’re in so much trouble Buffblows live in a bubble!
Who can we call?
When the sky starts to fall!’