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My little Green Friend


 
There was a little caterpillar,
I called him hairy Fred
He was searching round my garden,
Looking for a bed
He couldn’t find one leaf,
Or even a flower-pot
All there was, was soil,
My mum had cleared the lot
He crawled and wriggled some more,
Until finally he gave up
He had searched every corner,
And looked in every nook
He settled on the bin house,
And curled up for his snooze
Tomorrow he will search elsewhere,
And hopefully not lose.
Abbe  Cutforth

About poetreecreations

I am an author writer publisher web administrator I run poetry workshops in the community. My published Manners childrens poetry book can be found at www.waterstones.com

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