The thing about air
Is that it blows all about
And if you breathe in
Then you must also breathe out
Because if you breathe in
And forget to stop
You’ll just get bigger and bigger
And eventually you’ll go pop.
The thing about humans
Is that we grow taller and taller
There’d be much more room
If we grew smaller and smaller
The thing about the ground
Is that it’s useful to stand on
And if you’re up in a plane
It’s the best thing there is to land on
If you step outside for a walk
The ground is always there
It’s the only thing that stops you
Disappearing into thin air.
The thing about night-time
Is that it couldn’t be duller
It goes from grey to black and
Should be a different colour
Think how brighter it would be
If night were yellow or red
Or blue or pink or green
Or even purple and orange instead.
The thing about the sea
Is that it’s always going out
But it will come in again
Of that there is no doubt
If only it would stay in one place
Think of the effort it would save
No more hellos and goodbyes
Nor any need to wave.
The thing about dates
Is that they are accident prone
And though they must hurt themselves
You never hear them groan
New Year falls in January
Christmas falls in December
Valentines falls in February
Bonfire Night falls in November
And if you look at the calendar
It makes it quite clear
All the dates will fall again
In the same place next year.
The thing about stars
Is that you can’t see them in light
And that’s because someone
Puts them away at the end of each night;
But they also have to be put back
In their positions in the sky
Or those nosey astronomers
Will all want to know why.
Is their tales of suns by the billion
Of black holes and asteroid belts
And planets by the trillion
But if you could just drift into space
Or go cruising in a rocket.
You’d find stars are just twinkles
And you could fit them in your pocket.
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