He Couldn'T Keep Grip

See the golden goose. Flutter its wings. The boy from the matchbox. Wants golden wings. So he wakes up the giant. From his dreary sleep. 'Cause the goose is what the giant had. To keep up his keep.. So the boy climbs down a string. That's attached to the lace of a shoe. He keeps real quiet. So the giant doesn't move. He swings 'round and 'round. Trying to keep in groove. The giant stands up, in a hurriedly move. The boy falls off the string. 'Cause he couldn't keep grip. Clambered through the keyhole. Going flippy flip.. He landed on the ground. Taking off in a flash. He took off in a flash; saying, 'this place is a jip' Children's Poetry By Kim Robin Edwards Copyright 1983,2015..ALL rights reserved.