The moon is made of cheese
And pinky promises are binding.
Santa fits through our keyhole
And ‘we don’t know where you’re hiding.’
Monsters live under beds
And you mustn’t eat cheese at night.
Babies come from storks
And the past was in black and white.
Ten pounds is lots of money
And there are people in the TV.
Carrots help you see in the dark
And eating a pip will make a tree.
Your silly face will stick
And holding your breath will turn you blue.
Adults never lie
And your sister can’t die before you.
Lauren Robertson 