This poem began as a demonstration of rhythm in poetry for my then 7yr old daughter and started in the middle; gradually working its way to either ends, or starts, as the case maybe. From chaos comes order seems to be my natural way of achieving an end result. I would like to thank my wife, Rosie who has given me the confidence to put it into print and to all the children who have read it in its infancy and loved the odd words. Never underestimate the intelligence of young children, they are as absorbent as a sponge and have the most amazing imaginations which should be encouraged. I dedicate this book to my late brother, Norris, whose name constitutes my pseudonym.