THE THINGS I LIKE

I like trees

That are full of bees

And they sting my knees

In the morning breeze

To recover I eat cheese

Those bees are bad

And they make me sad

I like the ones that are cute

When I see them I play the flute

I like my boot

It’s the colour of my suit

I like owls that hoot

I think lions that roar are an absolute bore

I like fish that live on the shore

Much much more

And I like my brown door