The rat race

I am a mother now, it's not a race
I've slowed down to my baby's pace
We see a bird - we stop and stare
As long as he is standing there
I wonder why his beak's so sharp?
And could we hear his beating heart?
His feathers seem all of a piece
More like a fur or woolly fleece
Why cock his head?
Why look away?
What has this bird eaten, today?
Where is his nest, does he have eggs,
Would I hop, if I had such legs?
Do birds have babies too, and stop
And stare at people as they shop?

The Journey

Travelling with you is a pleasure and a privilege
Travelling with you is a treasure and a joy
The journey that we make, from the midlands to the water's edge
Is full of fun and questions, making friends and toys.

Travelling with you is exciting and adventuresome
Travelling with you is delicious and delight
The journey that we make could so easily be bothersome
But it's full of games and pictures, good morning and good night.

This is a train, and we're on a train and drawing one -
This is a boat and it's sailing on the sea
This is a bus, and it's going to meet another one -
This is a cart, and it's drawn by a horsey.

This is a car and it's driven by a baby's dad
This is a tram and it's running like a train
This is a buggy and I'm pushing it like crazy mad
This is a bike, rushign past us in the cycle lane.

I see a tractor, I see a cow
I see a birdie and a tractor and a plough
I see a crane and a boat and a cup of tea
I see you and you see me

Travelling with you was four days full of learning things
Travelling with you was eight trains of having fun
The journey that we made would be faster if we used some wings
But the way we did it slowly has made me a richer mum.