She sat with her mum and dad in their gumboot house,
Who would I be talking about, of course Maddie the Mouse.
It was getting late for little kid mice,
Mum told her once and told her twice.
So slowly off she went to bed,
With what she had seen on tv in her head.
Once her head hit the pillow,
It was off to dreams of flying fish eating willow.
There was Mr. Flying Fish sitting at the head of the table,
Being served his dinner of willow by his wife Mabel.
Mr. Flying Fish traveled the world seeing many places,
He told stories of men and women with painted faces.
Stories of Mrs. Priscilla Penguin in top hat and tails,
Sitting at a table in a restaurant eating a dish of sea snails.
Just as Maddie was thinking about all of this,
When she woke with what she thought was her mother’s kiss.
In fact it was not her mother’s kiss at all,
It was a big, big sloppy lick from her pet dog Saul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
LET'S SEE INSIDE ONE OF your DREAMS! i liked it. i don't think we are dining on willow this evening, but maybe burdock root. i TRY to dream of ice cream, but i usually fail. thanks for sharing. good thing the wife's name was Mabel (like my grandma's): otherwise the rhyme wouldn't have been so easy. to MyPoemList. bri :)