“We live our lives like Jesus”
A trip to the woods
A girl called Goldilocks walked into the wood
There between the trees, a cottage stood
She opens the door and lets out a gasp
‘Oh thank goodness, food at last!’
She sees three bowls upon the table
Daddy, mummy, baby on the labels
She tries them all, not all are good
But the baby’s food, she ate more than she should
Feeling full, her tummy’s round
She really needs to go sit down
She looks around and spots some chairs
Baby’s one was the best of the bears
The chair breaks and she fell to the ground
Tiptoe, tiptoe what has she found?
Three lovely beds she snuggles in tight
She thinks she’s staying for the night.
The bears came home later on
And they saw the porridge gone
Then they spotted a pile of wood
Things in this house were not so good
They ran up the stairs and peered in the room
Suddenly, they were filled with gloom
A little blonde girl lay in a bed
Then the baby bear shrieked and said
“There’s a girl in my bed, what shall we do”
Goldilocks jumped like a kangaroo!
They chased and chased that little girl away
She never came back to the cottage to stay.