Julie's Poetry Page

Way down south in Tassie, where the apples grow
and where the Tassie tiger lurks in all that ice and snow.
There lives a weird creature who hasn’t any hair, 
it lives up high in Myrtle trees, it’s called the Do Drop Bear!
Now the Do Drop Bear is different, it likes to do drop in!
It plummets from the trees above as silent as a pin.
On unsuspecting tourists, it drops down from the sky,
it licks their faces with it’s tongue and pokes them in the eye.
This cheeky little beggar is hardly ever seen,
there’s no trace of where it’s got to or even where it’s been.
And when the tourist tattles on this impolitish bear,
no one seems to listen and no one seems to care.
The Do Drop Bear has struck again and left its fiendish mark
on the unsuspecting tourist who went out after dark.
So be careful tourists from the mainland
when you go out of a night, not of the Tassie tiger
or devils that may bite!
But beware the Do Drop Bear, it will set your head a spin,
beware this weird creature, for it may just DO DROP IN!