Bøker av Jane Whitehouse

Otis, the slipper thug, Be aware, he is waiting to tear, Your slippers are for his dinners, He will jump like a lotus, Won't give you any notice, Beware, your feet will be bare!

Hopping up, for his monkey nuts, Sid the Squirrel, is on our window, He struts his stuff, taking nuts, From close up, feeding his furry gut, With his winter's stock, keeping him fed, Sid is our furry friend, right till the