Naughty Peter Pumpkin Poem by Shaun Cronick

His name is Peter Pumpkin,
And he loves to misbehave.
This naughty little pixie,
On trees his name engraved.

He'll hide up a mighty oak,
Enjoys making others cry.
By throwing acorns at them,
As they go passing by.

Peter would hide for hours
An oak an elm and willow.
And if a pixie fell asleep,
Then look far down below.

One day as Peter perched there,
He had such a terrible fright.
Falling out he hit the ground,
And serves him jolly well right.

So this naughty Peter Pumpkin,
Learnt from his unruly strife.
For its dangerous being naughty,
And safer to be good in life.