S M I L E. One day someone might put this one to music. Maybe You!

Bunny rabbits jumping across the land,
Up side down and in your hand,
Dancing to the music of the AP,
Mr Worm! is wiggling free,
Touch your toes and stand on your head,
My Names Tommy is your name Fred,
Fairies dancing on the Dragons back,
Disney films are coming back!
Clap your hands and stamp your feet,
Their go’s an angel what! a treat,
Move to the Music of the AP,
Walt Disney is flying free,
Jump up and down in Wonder land,
Their's a Castle in the sand,
Girl guide's dancing in the street,
Boy scout's skipping it's a treat,
Shooting Stars and lullaby’s,
In her crib a baby cries,
Donald duck and Mickey mouse,
Little Boy Blue in the corner sits,
Eating Apples and spitting pips,
Goldilocks visits the three bears,
As Doctor Do-little climbs the stairs,
Jumbo the Elephant learns to fly,
You can too you only have to try,
The Flint stones ride on a Dragons back,
While Pebbles and Bang-bang starts to clap,
Big Ears is sitting over there,
Hello said I' What a pair,
Shooting stars fly the Heavenly skies,
Who-la-hoops Spin a round if you try,
Around the raged castle we go,
Are we lost? I do not know,
Clowns singing in the rain,
Writing Poetry is not for fame,
Bandy legged girls on ice,
Clap your hands if you think its nice,
Dance to the Poetry of this AP,
Write a song and look at me,
Story books and Teddy Bears,
Rabbits hopping over the snares,
Fox's in the chicken house,
Very quiet shouts a mouse,
Letters displayed on a key board,
That’s not string its jumpers cord,
Bar-bar black sheep have you any wool,
Yes sir! No sir! three bags full,
Mickey Mouse has wed his bride,
Mini Mouse has gone to hide,
Uncle Ben has made some rice,
What shall we have sugar or spice,
Swimming Trunks dip into the sea,
A big splash and its home for tea,
Santa Clause is riding high,
In your face with a custard pie,
Jesus Christ is the lord our king,
If we pray the Angels will sing,
Fireman Sam rings his bell,
What’s that sound and the funny smell,
Pop goes the corks on shampoo,
Their's a new Monkey at London zoo,
Stand on your hands and stamp your feet,
In old Ireland they dig for peat,
Basil Brush is a young fox,
And he is marrying Goldie-locks,
Ice Cream Sundays! Ring my bell,
Will this verse win only time will tell.
Carry on camping.