His mother shouted: “Wake up boy!
Don’t sit and dream all day.
Your days of ease are over now.
It’s time to catch some prey.”
Her teenage son just shut his eyes
And mother heard him snore.
Her lazy son thought working hard
Was something of a bore.
So, leaving him to slumber on,
The family went ahead.
“Your brother will not eat tonight
If he’s spent his day in bed.”
Their mother taught them useful skills
Which through their lives they’d use.
She taught them things they mustn’t eat
And others they should choose.
They helped their mother kill a hare
And helped her eat it too -
But. for the tiger left at home,
His hunger grew and grew.
It dawned on him quite suddenly
That if you want to eat,
You must get up and out of bed
And help to catch that meat.
Copyright on all my poems
This is one of 400 poems chosen for publication in 2010 by teachers and children across West Yorkshire. I hope you like it.