Koocoo bird
Who is the Koocookachookoo
And why does he koocookachoo?
I hear him squarking at the zoo
But never see him. Is he you?
- by Wallace William Baker

Blue nose
He who knows the Blue Nose Groper,
In the sea not on a dish,
Also knows he's no no-hoper,
But a well respected fish.
- by Wallace William Baker

Sudden awakening

I was dozing in the orchard
Beneath an apple tree
And was suddenly awoken when an apple fell on me.

All my days I had been thinking
Many thoughts of different kind
But when that ripe apple hit me, I saw beyond my mind.
- by Wallace William Baker

Sky pie
I am only a ham
And I'm telling you why:
I'm a pig who can fly.
Like a saucy pork pie
Flying high in the sky,
I'm a pig who can fly
And I tell you no lie …
But if pigs never fly
I'm just pie in the sky.
- by Wallace William Baker

Likes of Dougall
Good young Master Dougall
Likes his soup with noodle,
Freshest apple strudel,
Blowing on his bugle,
Strolling with his poodle,
Friends who are not frugal,
Time to dream and doodle
Lingering after school
To kiss and canoodle
With his girl, Miss Newell.
- by Wallace William Baker

Thoughtful mule
A musing mule thought, "I'm no fool;
Think of this brain I'm using.
Intelligent? No, I am not
But am I not amusing?"
- by Wallace William Baker

Willy whale
He is Willy the whale;
With a swish of his tail,
He can swim on the wave
Without wind or a sail.
- by Wallace William Baker

Soft shoe prayer
As devil may care,
I leap in the air
Just like Fred Astaire
Then say a soft prayer
And tear out my hair!
So let them all stare
At talent this rare
I'm brilliant, so there!
- by Wallace William Baker

Adam's apples
Little Adam Appleby
Climbing up the apple tree,
Picking apples just for me,
Thank you, Adam Appleby!
- Wallace William Baker

Gummy Tommy
When Tommy's mummy gives him a dummy,
He never gulps it down to his tummy
Nor spits it out; this baby's no dummy.
He grins and squeals, "By gummy it's yummy!"
- by Wallace William Baker

Weep not
Weep not, tiny tot;
Life is but a lot of rot.
Some have plenty, some have not;
Thankful be for what you've got.
- by Wallace William Baker

Red dog

Red is our faithful and furry hound,
And loveable, bow wow!
Looks up at us, follows us around.

Gives protection to our happy home,
And affection, bow wow!
Romps around with us but doesn't roam.

Licks us a lot - "Red, let us alone!"
We pat his head and throw him a bone.
- by Wallace William Baker

Happy Jack

Slap happy Apple Jack
Picking apples is his knack,
Wears old tattered clothes,
His home is a shack,
Picks the granny apples
Growing out the back.

Little does he have,
Little does he lack,
Happy Apple Jack,
Happy Apple Jack.

Slap happy Apple Jack
Carries apples in his sack,
Eats some as he hikes
Along the bush track,
Sells the rest to folks
In town for a zack.

Little does he own,
Little does he lack,
Happy Apple Jack,
Happy Apple Jack.
- by Wallace William Baker

Even you
Every fish will swim,
Every animal walk,
Every bird will fly,
Every child will talk,
Everything at the zoo,
Even Sally will too!
- by Wallace William Baker

Sandy seaside
Oh, I do like to be beside the seaside.
Do you, too, like to be beside the sea?
Yes, I do like to be beside you at the seaside,
Sandy, do you like to be with me?
- by Wallace William Baker

Trucking maid
There was a big, interstate trucker
Who met a fair maid at Nambuccer;
When he asked her her name,
She blushed pink and cried, "Shame!"
Then smiled coyly and asked him to truck her.
- by Wallace William Baker

Virgil cat

When I ask a question, the "Q" is for cat
But you cannot tell me where your mind is at.
Listen to me rave on
While you sit in wisdom.

Virgil, Virgil
What's a cat got on its mind?

I know curiosity kills the old cat
But you cannot answer my question like that.
I'm ready to debate
But you just meditate.

Virgil, Virgil
What's a cat got on its mind?
- by Wallace William Baker

Looking inside
Black bark hides the green true wood;
That fruit peels to reach the good;
Rose of petal on stem of thorn;
As peach has stone, apple has core:
Skin and bone with mind and soul.
- by Wallace William Baker

Mindlessly

I left my dreams asleep in bed,
Went out the house without my head
To mindlessly go free.

Stepped out of fantasy and walked
The vacant street without a thought
To mindlessly go free.

Left my illusions in the town,
Forgot just where I put them down
To mindlessly go free.
- by Wallace William Baker

A candle

In cold darkness
A candle weeps waxen tears
And sobs
To the deafness of the night.

Then to a passing breath of air,
The flame winks
And whips a beckoning finger.
While the soft breeze comes close and lingers,
The happy
But mute tongue
Glows high and bright in warm response - 
Bows and frolics in grateful joy.

Though the candle is melting
It offers still a warm, inviting glow;
Though many a passing breath
Has bloomed then cut its flame,
It sends out still a mellow light.

My heart is a candle;
Fair friends
Are passing breaths of breeze.

Will candlewick snuff
And wax turn cold
Or will she delight this wick again?
- Wallace William Baker

Wagtail

Willie wagtail, chitter chat,
Bobbing on a branch;
Turns her head this way and that
But she's not searching anywhere
For love is where she's at
And she just wags her willie wagtail
Wags her willie tail.

Glides and flutters in the air,
Flittering round the trees;
She's not flying anywhere
For her love is like the sky
It's neither here nor there; 
And she just wags her will wagtail
Wags her willie tail.
- by Wallace William Baker

Trees and men

Through the centuries
Trees and men
Have been the best of friends;
Don't erect with our bricks and cement
Buildings that offend
Trees and men.

Don't try to end it
Ruin the friendship
Between trees and men.

Don't try to end it
Rebuild the friendship
Between trees and men.
- by Wallace William Baker

Windows to her soul

Her eyes sparkle like highlights on a stream,
Sun shining through leaves.
She sees through the eyes of playful children,
Of restful old men.

Her eyes sparkle like stars twinkle at knight,
Flickering candle light.
She sees through the eyes of weeping mothers,
Of smiling lovers.

I gaze through the windows to her soul
And watch her spirit glitter like gold.

Her eyes sparkle like flames in a log fire,
Diamonds and sapphires.
She sees through the eyes of laughing children,
Of enlightened saints.

I gaze through the windows of her soul
And how her spirit glitters like gold.
- by Wallace William Baker 

Wallace William Baker lives in Sydney, Australia. He wrote many of these poems to amuse his children and some when he himself was a teenager. 

*The author and publisher of this collection of poems allows anybody to republish or quote them in good context for free and without permission as long as each poem is published word for word as is, without music and ends with his byline: by Wallace William Baker. He does not extend free publishing rights to music which he has written for lyrics in this collection.

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