By Jacob, Y5 Turquoise class
Picture this – 2:30am on the hottest night in June
Where he sits here for no reason, eating leaves by the moon
The Toad of Colours, he checks his reflection in the lake
And it’s a face that he knows well
And then he picks up some noises…..the town bell
And in the corner of his eye he spots a fly
To him they’re like whipped cream
And he wakes up his legs, that of course work like a dream
And when he springs out his tongue
The fly won’t even have the time to scream
And then a car whizzes past, and he drops down out of the tree
Down to the ground, without a sound
And creeps back into the bushes
Where he will never be found.