My Secret Brachiosaurus
By Amy Ferguson
My name is Noah. How do you do?
Can you keep a secret? Well can you?
Yes? Pinky promise? Cross your heart and chin?
Yes? OK, then it’s time to begin.
Every day at bedtime after Mummy says goodnight,
I peak my head under my bed to see his eyes shining bright.
Out pops his head with a smile full of glee,
I have a secret Brachiosaurus named Bertie you see!
Bertie’s long long neck can stretch for miles to the sky,
Out of my windows to the moon we can fly!
I land on the moon and tap the dusty floor with my feet,
Oh my! I wonder if there are aliens to meet!
Twisting and twirling I dance with the stars,
With Bertie’s booming voice we shout ‘Hellooo!’ to Mars.
I hop skip and jump. Oh I jump so high!
The ground is so bouncy, it’s as if I can fly!
Asteroids zoom past, they almost give me a fright!
Far in the distance I see the magnificent sun shining bright.
Planets so colourful with so much to see,
Space really is a wondrous place to be.
With tired eyes I yawn and Bertie says, ‘Time to go’
I wave goodbye to the stars as they twinkle and glow,
Bertie’s long neck is like a magical slide,
‘Whee!’ I whoosh with my arms open wide.
I land softly and it’s time to lay down my head,
For the second time tonight I am tucked into bed.
So tired I fall asleep with my eyes shut tight,
And just like that, Bertie is out of sight.