Travelling Folke
A collection of poems for small folke
Gypsy Roving
I can’t wait Mum
Come and Buy
Camp fire at night
I love it up here
All is not what it seems
Punch and Judy
The Fairground
We are Strolling Players
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I can't wait mum
by Lesley Mellor
"Mum, mum, how many days
before the circus comes to town?"
"Five days my bonny girl, five days that’s all."
"oh no!" cried Jenny with a frown,
"five days, that’s five sleeps,
five, four, three, two, one
I don’t think I can wait that long
‘til I can have such fun."
I’ve never been to the circus
just seen pictures in a book
where the man outside the big-top
shouts "roll up and take a look."
My mum said I could bring a friend
So I’ve asked my best friend Sue,
She’s been saving up her dollars and cents
and counting her sleeps too.
Oh yes I’m so excited
got butterflies in my tum
imagining all the clowns and animals
and the booming of the big bass drum.
Today’s the day, I’ve slept my sleeps
I’m so happy, I’m so glad
I know that this is going to be
the very best day I’ve had.
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