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Chunky Monkey is my mate,
Starfish O' starfish
By Lisa, age 13
Africa, my Africa,
under azure colored skies,
Africa, my Africa
Look out! Darn tse-tse flies!
What if my bones were put in a museum,
where aliens paid god money to see 'em?
And what if they put the bones all wrong,
sticking membranes to phlanges
where they didn't belong?
The museum would build a model in plaster,
of ME to be called
Aliens would wonder how man survived
all these years,
with teeth covered arms
growing out of his ears!
Every night as I'm asleep I travel through the lands,
from forest green with life to slowly drifting sands.
The humming of a bird atop a young and lively tree,
makes me sing along with it, happy just to be.
But when the light of dawn pops out from my window top,
my imagination train soon comes to a stop.
I start out on a fresh new day, and it clearly seems,
that my adventures I had taken were only just a dream.
by Hannah, age 15