Children's Story Poems

By Josie Whitehead

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By Josie Whitehead

Little Cherubs

Little cherubs sleep all day

    Within this pretty park.

They do this each day of the year,

     But wake up when it’s dark.


‘Wake up!’ one calls. ‘They’ve gone home

      And the moon is shining high.

Oh look, the pretty stars are out!

      They’re brightening up the sky.’


The other little cherubs yawn

     And stretch their tiny wings.

‘How nice it is within our park.

       Let’s play upon the swings.’


Backwards, forwards, up and down –

       And what next do they do?

Well, what things are there in your park,

       And what do children do?


I’m sure that you all like your slides

      And cherubs like slides too.

So they play upon the slides as well,

      Exactly as you do.


If you were there you’d see them play

       Upon each starlit night

But you are all tucked up in bed

      And safely out of sight.


They soon return and go to sleep

       When you come in the sun -

But did you guess at night they woke

       And each one had such fun?

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