When listening to Tchaikovsky's Swan Lake, I felt a sudden urge for pasta bake, My stomach rumbling, My belly bumbling, But then I wanted the fish hake. By Micah Environmentally we're all now astute, To the plight of marine life so cute, Straws have been banned, For they litter the sand, So now I suck wine through my flute. By Becca There once was a flautist named Hayley, She always practised daily, Until she came to harm, By breaking her arm, While dancing at the Suzuki School Ceilidh ! By Immi To this parent the flute is inscrutable, It's rules arcane and immutable, I puff, prod and pound, But I can't make a sound, While the kids find it perfectly tootable. By Becca
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