🦕 Meet Tracey the Triceratops – A Tale of Friendship, Fun, and Prehistoric Play! 🦕

Step back in time to the lush, leafy world of Triceratops Town, where young Tracey and her best friend Mandy love to explore, play games, and search for jungle fruit. Tracey may have three horns and scales on her back, but she’s just like any child: curious, kind, and always up for a little adventure.

When the duo stumbles upon a frightened young Tyrannosaurus named Theodore, they don’t run away and hide. They stick around and get to know him. With gentle kindness and a bit of dinosaur know-how, Tracey and Mandy show that even the unlikeliest of creatures can become the best of friends.

This delightful rhyming story is full of energy, imagination, and heart. Perfect for children who love dinosaurs and stories about friendship, Tracey the Triceratops is a gentle reminder that helping others and playing together go hand in hand - even when you have very different feet.

🎧 Listen now on Spotify or your favorite podcast platform, and bring the world of Roger’s Rhymes to life with your little ones!

I'm a triceratops. 

That's a big word to say. 

We've been roaming the earth 

since prehistoric days. 

I'm only young though. 

Next week I'll be three. 

I love to play like you. 

There's no need to be afraid of me. 

I have three horns on my head 

And scales along my back. 

I walk on four legs. 

Can you walk like that? 

My name is Tracey. 

I'm an only child. 

I have lots of friends. 

We'd love to play outside. 

My best friend is Mandy. 

She lives in the cave next door. 

Mandy is older than me. 

She will soon be four. 

We live in Triceratops Town. 

High up on a hill 

In the middle of an island 

Where dinosaurs still live. 

Our island is covered in jungle. 

The trees reach up to the sky. 

We must be very careful. 

Big dinosaurs could walk by. 

You love to play and have lots of fun. 

We're just the same. 

Searching for fruit 

Is our favorite game. 

Looking for coconuts and melons 

Lying on the ground. 

Then bring them home to mummy 

And show her what we found. 

Early one morning. 

As we crept along on our toes. 

All of a sudden 

Mandy froze. 

“What's wrong?” I whispered. 

“Stay quiet," she said. 

“I don't know what it is, 

But there's something up ahead”. 

We looked through the long grass. 

And to our surprise, 

There was a young Tyrannosaurus 

Lying on its side. 

He was crying and called out: 

“Don't hurt me. I'm only small”. 

“It's all right," Mandy said. 

“We won't hurt you at all”. 

“What happened to you? 

Let me see”. 

“I tripped over a branch, 

Fell over and cut my knee”. 

“There's no need to cry. 

I'll find some magic leaves. 

Wrap them around your leg. 

The pain will go away. You'll see”. 

“Thank you for helping me. 

My knee is much better. 

It’s not sore anymore. 

You're very clever”. 

“You haven't told us your name?” 

“I'm Theodore. 

Mummy said she thought it was a lovely name 

For a young dinosaur.”

“Now that you're feeling better. 

Would you like to play with us? 

Let's go down to the stream 

And jump in the mud.”

We run down and throw ourselves in. 

Covered in lovely sticky mud. 

Jumping, splashing and roaring around. 

Theodore has never had so much fun. 

If our mummy saw us now, 

They would be very cross. 

Let’s run into the water

And wash it all off. 

We've had a great time today 

Playing with our new friend. 

We'll meet up here tomorrow 

And do it all again. 

We may look different. 

Two young Triceratops and a baby Tyrannosaurus. 

But that's no reason why we can't help each other 

And all be friends.

🎙️ New from Roger’s Rhymes: My Best Friend 🧸

Who’s your best friend? For the little one in this gentle, funny, and heartwarming poem, it’s not a superhero or a schoolmate… it’s a teddy bear with one eye, no teeth, and lots of love.

My Best Friend by Roger Hickson captures the magical bond between a child and their favourite toy. With a rhythm perfect for bedtime or car rides, this poem will have kids giggling and grown-ups smiling.

From bath-time blunders to sweet visits to Nana, and playful afternoons with friends next door, My Best Friend celebrates the everyday adventures of childhood, and the quiet heroes who sit beside us through it all.

🎧 Listen now on Spotify, Apple Podcasts, or wherever you get your stories.

 📚 And don’t forget you can read along at rogers-rhymes.com

My Best Friend

By Roger Hickson

Everyone has a best friend. 

Mine is my teddy bear. 

He's nearly as big as me, 

But I have longer hair. 

Although he only has one eye, 

I know that he can see. 

I look after him 

And he looks after me. 

Mummy thinks I'm still a baby. 

I'm not a baby at all now. 

The last time daddy measured me, 

I was a meter tall. 

Some days I'm not hungry. 

I don't really want to eat. 

Mummy gives my food to Teddy. 

But I know Teddy has no teeth. 

I turn and smile at Teddy, 

And Teddy smiles at me. 

He's not going to eat my food. 

He'll leave it all for me. 

On sunny days I love to 

Play out on the grass. 

Till mummy calls out to me. 

“You'll have to have a bath!”

I climb upstairs for Teddy. 

He's lying on my bed. 

Mummy says “you can't bath him!” 

So it's a plastic duck instead. 

When we go out for a drive 

Mummy puts me in the car. 

If Teddy is ever left behind, 

I know we won't go far. 

We go to see my Nana, 

Who lives somewhere by the sea. 

I look at all the trees and cows 

And then I fall asleep. 

Nana is very good to me. 

She gives me sweets to chew. 

Then laughs when I smile and say 

“Some for Teddy too?”

My other friend is Tommy, 

The boy who lives next door. 

Tommy is only three years old, 

While I'm nearly four. 

Tommy has a teddy. 

His name is Teddy Boo. 

I wonder why he calls him that. 

I think it's funny too. 

Mummy often says, 

“Look what I've got here!

A little boy and girl 

With Teddy Boo and Teddy Bear!” 

When we play outside, 

We're as happy as can be. 

As teddies don't wear shoes, 

They stay inside and watch TV. 

Mummy loves to dance and sing

To music turned up loud. 

Then lifts me and Teddy up

And swings us round and round. 

I know Teddy is tired. 

He's lying next to me. 

Daddy reads a story 

And then we fall asleep.

The Dinosaurs’ Big Day Out is a playful, heartwarming poem that takes you deep into the world of Eleanor; a young, friendly dinosaur with a big imagination and an even bigger heart. Through her eyes, we experience the excitement of a special day filled with games, races, music, and a few unexpected tumbles.

This delightful story-in-verse reminds us that not all dinosaurs are scary, and not every race needs a trophy to be a win. With a touch of humour, a dash of chaos, and plenty of dino-sized fun, it’s perfect for young readers and their grown-ups to enjoy together.

Whether you're here for a bedtime story or looking for something cheerful to share in the classroom, this dinosaur adventure promises smiles, giggles, and a gentle message about resilience, fun, and family.

Let the stomping begin!

Do you remember Flor, 

The young dinosaur? 

Well, I'm his younger sister. 

My name is Eleanor. 

We come from a family of nice dinosaurs. 

Although two of our uncles are very angry. 

We keep out of their way. 

They are loud and scary. 

Us dinosaurs we’re not all scary. 

We can be very friendly too. 

We like to have fun 

Just like you. 

At the end of every summer

Is the dinosaur's big day out. 

Running races, playing games, stomping around, 

Laughing, singing and talking out loud. 

On the morning of the big day, 

I watch an old dinosaur 

Teach the young ones 

How to screech and roar. 

I don't take part. 

It's not very nice. 

I don't want to scare anyone. 

I block my ears and close my eyes. 

The Daddy and Daughter race 

Is my favourite race of all. 

It's easy for dad to carry me 

because I'm rather small. 

I climb up daddy's back. 

The race will soon begin. 

Daddy can run really fast. 

I know we're going to win. 

The other girls are worried. 

I can see it in their eyes. 

They're dinosaur Dads aren't fast like mine. 

I hope we win the prize!

And off we go!

The race has now begun. 

There's such a lot of noise. 

From the shouts and cheers from everyone. 

We're flying along. 

Then everybody laughs 

As I bounce off daddy's back 

And land on the grass. 

I jump up and yell out 

“Daddy, wait for me!”

But he can't hear me. 

He's halfway off down the field. 

After dad crossed the finish line, 

He knew he wasn't going to win.

There I was running up the field 

Trying to catch up to him. 

Daddy comes back and picks me up 

Saying, “Wipe away your tears,

It's not the end of the world.

We'll try again next year!”

The racing is over now. 

The prizes have all been won. 

I didn't win anything, 

but I've had lots of fun. 

It's time to eat now 

And lie down to have a rest. 

We need to build up our energy. 

You won't believe what's coming next. 

Dad and his friends are building 

A bonfire on the sand. 

When the sun goes down, 

We're going to dance to our favourite band. 

As flames light up the sky. 

The band begins to play. 

We all jump up and stomp around. 

We've been waiting for this all day.

RHYTHM ‘N BLUES, REDS & YELLOWS

Colours for kids

By ROGER HICKSON

Orange is for oranges

My favourite fruit of all

Hold it in your hand

You can squeeze it like a ball.

When you peel an orange

You must keep your head up high

If you forget to do this

It will squirt you in the eye.

Brown is a bar of chocolate

Mummy gives me for a treat

Only a small one though

Too much will rot my teeth.

Brown is also coffee

That grownups love to drink

They even love the smell of it

I just think it stinks!

Blue is the sky

On a bright sunny day

Look its stopped raining

We can go outside and play.

Lets kick the ball with Daddy

He always wants to win

But he can never beat us

We’re faster than him.

Remember that blue sky

We were talking about before?

Well, Daddy kicked the ball so high

It landed in next door.

He tried hard to get it back

But the ball was out of reach

Mummy said “Will you ever learn,

You should play football on the beach!”

Green is the grass

That Daddy has to cut

He mows it every week

But it still keeps coming up.

Why is he so happy

When he hears its going to rain?

“It’s far too wet outside

It really is a shame”

Mummy says he’s lazy

Watching football on T.V.

“I don’t know why you’re smiling

There’ll be more grass to cut next week!”

Green is the grass

Cows and horses love to eat

They stand around and eat all day

Then lie down and fall asleep.

I wish I could be like them

And do whatever I like

No, I’ve changed my mind

A cow can’t ride a bike!

Pink are little pigs

Playing in the sun

Running round outside

Having lots of fun.

Little pigs don’t realise

They are very lucky

They never get in trouble

For coming home all mucky.

Look, he’s playing in the mud

Right up to his belly

If I wanted to play in mud

I’d have to wear my wellies.

Watch him wallow in the muck

Rolling round and round

Is a pig truly pink?

Or really pink and brown.

Purple is beetroot

Daddy loves to eat

With cucumbers, lettuce

Tomatoes and cold meat.

Beetroot is good for you

Daddy says it all the time

But I don’t like these purple things

He can have mine.

Yellow are bananas

That Mummy peels for me

She says I eat so many

I could be a monkey up a tree.

My little baby brother

Loves to eat bananas too

But he’s only a baby

He can’t hold them like me and you.

One day I gave him some of mine

I thought he wanted to be fed

But he didn’t put it in his mouth

He squished it up instead.

It was all over his hands

It was even in his hair

He wiped it over his face

Squished banana everywhere.

After he was given a bath

And bits of banana cleaned off the floor

Mummy said I’m not allowed

To feed my brother anymore.

Red are strawberries

When they’re ripe to pick

Never eat a green one

They’ll only make you sick.

I love to eat strawberries

My brothers love them too

But brothers can be naughty

And do what brothers do.

Mummy made a cake for me

With strawberries round the top

But when she wasn’t looking

Someone naughty picked them off.

I ran and told Mummy

She said to me “Don’t cry

We’ve more strawberries in the garden

We’ll nail them down this time!”

White was the snowman

We made last year

He had a carrot for his nose

And sticks for his ears.

Mummy gave us a scarf

That was a small bit torn

To put around his neck

To keep our snowman warm!

Black is the dark

When I wake up in the night

My door is slightly open

I can see the hallway light.

I go to Mummy and Daddy’s room

I love to climb in with them

Then I cuddle up with Mummy

And I’m off to sleep again!

Come now my little bunny. 

It's time to go to bed. 

We'll read some nursery rhymes. 

Then you can rest your sleepy head. 

We'll read about the pussycat 

Who creeps around the house. 

And read about the mummy 

Who's frightened of a mouse. 

But I'm not really tired. 

I don't want to go to bed. 

Can we play that game of 

Rhyming words instead? 

Of course we can. 

Now let me see. 

We'll start with something simple. 

What word rhymes with B? 

Knee! Mummy. 

That's an easy one for me. 

Remember the day I got 

A bee sting on my knee? 

Yes, I remember that day well. 

It was sunny and very hot. 

You were playing outside 

While your sister was in her cot.

Now tell me,

What word rhymes with boat?

If it starts raining today, 

I'll have to wear my coat. 

Very good. Let's do a hard one. 

What word rhymes with lesser? 

I know, I was sick last week, 

But now I'm feeling better. 

What rhymes with dress? 

I know mummy. 

Every day you say. 

My bedroom is a mess. 

Mummy, I have a funny word. 

There's one we can do. 

Let's see if we can find a word

That rhymes with poo. 

Poo, you silly Billy! 

What a word you had to pick.

Of all the words out there. 

Come on, find another one, quick. 

Mummy poo is better

Than the other words we've done. 

It rhymes with lots of words. 

Poo is a funny one. 

I know so many words 

That rhyme with poo. 

Words like you shoo, zoo, b

Boo, goo and who. 

When cows talk to each other. 

All they say is moo. 

I really like that word 

Because it rhymes with poo. 

I don't want to go to sleep. 

I want to play with you. 

This has been a great game. 

Finding words that rhyme with poo!

Dive into the enchanting world of "The Mermaid," a captivating poem by Roger Hickson that will whisk you and your children away on an unforgettable ocean adventure. Join a spirited young mermaid princess from Sunny Island as she navigates the wonders and challenges of the deep sea. Through her journey, she encounters friendly sea creatures, faces unexpected storms, and discovers the warmth of human kindness upon an unfamiliar shore. 

Where am I? 

What has happened to me? 

Oh, yes, I remember now. 

I've been blown across the sea. 

I'm a mermaid. 

A girl with a big fish tail. 

I don't have legs and feet like you. 

But I can swim with whales. 

I come from Sunny Island. 

A land far across the sea. 

The land where mermaids live. 

Who all have tails like me. 

My daddy is the king of Sunny Island. 

And mummy the queen. 

She is the prettiest mermaid 

You have ever seen. 

My friends call me princess. 

That name is silly to me. 

I'm just a normal mermaid 

Who wants to swim beneath the sea. 

It might look strange to you, 

But my tail is a big part of me. 

It gives me so much power 

To glide gently through the sea 

As I swim under water. 

I see fish below. 

I like to think they are talking to me, 

Smiling and saying hello. 

One day I went swimming 

Along the ocean floor. 

I went so far down. 

Unknown to me on the surface was a raging storm.

I tried to swim home 

As dark clouds filled the sky. 

I couldn't see where I was going. 

The waves were too high. 

You can't swim against a rough sea. 

So I let the waves carry me along. 

Across the ocean. 

Far away from where I belong. 

I think I fell asleep 

When I opened my eyes. 

I had reached the shore. 

Lying on a beach I'd never seen before. 

As the sun came up 

In the early dawn. 

The cold went away. 

I began to feel warm. 

I stretched out my arms 

And looked out at the sea.

Where is the strange place

The storm has blown me?

After a few days 

I met people on the sand. 

They were nice and kind to me. 

I think I like this land. 

Children kept pointing at my tail. 

They'd never seen a mermaid before. 

They touched my hair. 

Puzzled by this creature washed up on the shore. 

They lay on the sand with me 

And stroked my tail. 

Then one girl called out. 

Will you teach us to swim today? 

Come on, children, 

Let's play in the water. 

You can say you were taught to swim 

By the King’s only daughter. 

Never go out of your depth. 

You must be careful. 

Now put your heads in the water. 

Don't be fearful. 

Turn your head to the side 

And breathe in slowly. 

Then watch what I do. 

Blowing out bubbles below me. 

If you get tired, 

Roll over and float on your back. 

Quietly kick your legs. 

You'll be safe doing that. 

I've made so many friends here,

Down on the beach. 

Mums and dads. Boys and girls.

So many I've tried to teach. 

When I want to be on my own. 

I swim to a secret beach. 

It's a special place 

that people can't reach. 

With the rocks around me 

And the cliffs up there. 

I have it all to myself. 

So I sit on the sand and brush my hair. 

I will return to my homeland. 

When winter comes 

And the sea gets colder. 

Far, far away. 

The sea will be warm.

I'll feel the sun on my shoulders.

Special thank you to all the performers in Barto’s Band:

Barto - Percussion & vocals

Roger - Vocals

Jonas - Vocals

Nova - Vocals

Rick - Vocals and coaching

My name is Barto. 

I live in the old town, 

High up on the hill 

With my mummy and daddy 

In a land called Portugal. 

There are lots of kids 

On our street. 

We like to be outside 

Playing football 

‘Till it's time to come inside. 

I love to hear music. 

I stamp my feet 

And clap my hands. 

With friends of mine in school 

We formed a marching band. 

Our teacher helps us 

Learn the tunes. 

We practise everyday. 

Kids from school hang around. 

They like to hear us play. 

Teacher said

In class today

Our little band in school 

Is the first marching band 

In all of Portugal. 

I love playing my drums. 

I've spent so many nights 

Dreaming of the day

When I play the drums

In the summer parade.

I wake up early. 

The day is finally here 

As the sun rises in the sky 

I'm so excited. 

The parade is on tonight. 

We meet up outside our school. 

There is so much laughing and talking. 

No one is standing still. 

We must calm down now and stand in line 

And get ready to walk up the hill. 

In front of us

Girls are waving flags 

Coloured white and black 

With the flute players in the middle 

And the drummers at the back. 

Teacher calls out to us, 

“Are we ready, girls and boys? 

Let's give the town a treat.” 

Come on everybody now! 

One. Two. Three!

We make a lot of noise. 

There are three drummers in our band. 

Maria, Miguel and me. 

Come on everybody now!

One. Two. Three!

People line the road. 

They shout and wave at us 

As we march along the street. 

Come on everybody now!

One. Two. Three! 

We march up and down the hill. 

Then back beside the river 

That flows down to the sea. 

Come on everybody now! 

One. Two. Three!

We pass by mummy and daddy. 

I don't hear them calling me. 

Come on everybody now. 

One. Two. Three! 

We cross the main road 

And stop outside the school. 

“Let's shout out loud one more time.”

Come on everybody now. 

One. Two. Three!

Rosemary 

Birds sing in the trees above me. 

Bees and butterflies hover among the flowers. 

In the warm summer air, 

I could sit here for hours. 

Alone with my book,

I'm in a world of my own. 

I've been here all day. 

The time has flown. 

Suddenly something lands on my hand. 

A beautiful creature, a child-like thing. 

She has curly hair and a pretty face.

On her back, a pair of wings. 

“I don't mean to frighten you. 

Can I sit on your arm? My name is Rosemary. 

I live in the trees by the stream. 

I'm a wildflower fairy.” 

“I often see you reading alone. 

Would you like to come with me, 

And meet my friends today?

We're having a party in the wildflower field.” 

“I would love to. 

Are you sure your friends won't mind? 

Fairies are delicate and small. 

I'm so big, I must look like a giant!” 

“Don't worry”, said Rosemary. 

We might be small, 

But we have many friends like you. 

Boys and girls, all of them tall.” 

“Leave your book here 

And come with me. 

You'll meet my friends 

In the wildflower field.”

I walked through the long grass 

with rosemary leading the way. 

I'm so excited. I can't believe 

I'm going to a fairy party today. 

After a while we reached the stream, 

Then walk along towards the trees. 

Suddenly I can hear music 

Drifting along in the breeze.

We slow down and tiptoe 

Into the wildflower field. 

Wait here, says Rosemary. 

My heart is pounding. I can hardly breathe. 

One by one they appear 

All smiling and saying hello. 

Please come and dance with us 

Down where the daisies grow. 

Fairies and elves hold my hand

As we sit down on the ground. 

The band of elves begin to play. 

Music fills the air. Oh, what a beautiful sound. 

The fairies are holding hands. 

Everyone singing out loud. 

I sit here clapping my hands

As they go dancing round and round. 

Many of the fairies aren't wearing shoes. 

It's amazing watching them dance. 

They kick their legs up in the air. 

Their feet barely touch the grass. 

Wearing brightly coloured clothes 

With wings of a matching colour. 

The elves wear shoes with pointy toes

As they dance with one another. 

The dancers slow to take a rest. 

Someone calls out, “It's time to eat.”

We gather around as bowls are laid out,

Filled with honey and berries, “Oh, what a treat.”

Our tummies are full so we all lie down

After a sleep, it's time to dance again. 

“Come on!”, says Rosemary. “Dance with us!”

“Human or fairy, when we dance, we're all the same.”

I'm feeling tired now. 

It's time to go home. 

I've made so many friends tonight, 

I'll never again be alone. 

The fairies were so nice to me.

Bringing me into their world. 

I have lots of new friends. 

I'm such a lucky girl. 

Rosemary has a surprise for me. 

She sprinkles fairy dust into my hair. 

Wow, what's happening? 

I'm flying through the air!

“Don't worry”, says Rosemary, 

“I'm here with you. 

Hold my hand. 

We'll be home soon.”

We fly above the wildflowers, 

Then over the trees, 

Above the stream, 

And over the fields. 

After a few minutes, 

My home is in sight. 

We land in the garden. 

I'm shaking with delight. 

“Rosemary! Rosemary, 

What have we just done? 

You let me fly through the air. 

I've never had so much fun. 

I must go inside now. 

The sun is going down. 

I'll see you again tomorrow 

And go back to the new friends I've found. 

I go upstairs, 

I lay my head on the pillow. 

There is a tapping sound outside. 

It's Rosemary by my window. 

I jump out of bed 

And open the window slowly. 

“Come in Rosemary, come in. 

Lie down with me. You must be sleepy.”

Rosemary soon falls asleep in my arms. 

I pull a quilt up to keep her warm. 

I wonder, will I see her again? 

I know she'll fly away with the dawn. 

Tread carefully through the long grass. 

That's where I first met Rosemary. 

Where birds are singing, wildflowers swaying. 

You could meet your own wildflower fairy.

There's only ten more sleeps ‘till Christmas. 

Santa is on his way 

With lots of toys for boys and girls. 

I can't wait for Christmas Day. 

The elves have been busy working hard all year. 

They must be very glad that Christmas time is here. 

Nine more sleeps ‘till Christmas. 

Daddy got our tree today 

And bought new lights at the shop. 

I helped with the decorations around the bottom. 

He did the ones around the top. 

You should see our Christmas tree in the corner of the sitting room. 

It has lots of sparkling lights. 

There'll be presents under it soon. 

Eight more sleeps ‘till Christmas. 

I hope Santa got my letter. 

I told him what I'd like. 

“Could the elves make a doll for me? 

And I'd really like a bike.” 

Mummy marks the sleeps off the calendar on the wall. 

Eight sleeps seem a long time. 

I don't understand it at all. 

Seven more sleeps ‘till Christmas.

It’s getting closer by the day. 

I wish Christmas was tomorrow. 

It seems such a long way away. 

Mummy, are you sure Santa knows where I live? 

I said we lived up the hill at number 44, but I'm worried mummy.

He might give my presents to the boy next door. 

Six more sleeps ‘till Christmas. 

We're learning hymns for our school Christmas play. 

Daddy says he can't wait to see me on the stage.

I have to dress up as an angel. 

My best friend is going to be Mary. 

She has to be out the front with Joseph. 

I'd find that a small bit scary. 

Five more sleeps ‘till Christmas. 

The play is on tonight. 

Our mommies and daddies will be looking at us. 

We have to do it right. 

I'll wear a white dress with sparkling things in my hair. 

All our class will be on stage. 

I hope they'll see me there. 

Four more sleeps ‘till Christmas. 

There's only a few days to go. 

It's getting cold outside now. 

The garden is covered in snow. 

Santa doesn't mind what the weather is like. 

He can land a sleigh anywhere. 

He can land on grass or snow. 

The reindeer don't care. 

Three more sleeps ‘till Christmas. 

Mommy, are you sure Santa knows where I live? 

I told him in my letter. 

Our house is up on the hill. 

There's no need to worry, dear. 

Santa knows where all the children live. 

There are times I wish my memory was as good as his. 

Two more sleeps ‘till Christmas.

Santa will soon be here.

Mummy will leave out a carrot for Rudolph

And for Santa, a glass of beer.

When Santa comes down our chimney

He’s going to be dirty from head to foot.

Mummy move the crib back

Or baby Jesus will get covered in soot.

One more sleep ‘till Christmas. 

I'm not going to bed tonight. 

I'm going to stay awake till Santa comes. 

I'll sleep tomorrow night.

Wake up! Mummy, Daddy! 

Look! Look what I got. 

Well, aren't you a lucky dear? 

But will you go back to bed now? 

It's only six o’clock. 

Timmy & the dinosaur. 

My name is Timmy. 

I want to tell you about 

The day I met Flor...

The dinosaur. 

It was a lovely sunny morning. 

I was playing outside when all of a sudden

I could hear stomp, stomp, stomp. 

What was that sound? 

It was a strange big animal 

stomping on the ground. 

It was running down the hill, 

heading towards our house. 

I was so frightened 

I couldn't close my mouth

I was so afraid, 

standing frozen with fear. 

But then this big thing came over to me, 

sitting down quite near. 

Don't be afraid, little boy. 

I'm just a young dinosaur. 

What's your name? 

My name is Flor. 

I'm Timmy, I whispered, 

still shaking with fear. 

I didn't know there were 

dinosaurs running around here. 

I've never met a human child before. 

Would you like to come with me?

We'll roam around the country 

and see what we can see. 

Flors back legs are like tree trunks. 

They help him stand so tall, 

but his front legs are like hands and feet. 

They really are quite small. 

Come on Timmy.

Climb up on my back. 

I will look after you. 

You can be sure of that. 

Let's go down to the highway

and race the cars and trucks. 

Hold on tight now Timmy,

None of them are as fast as us. 

Look, look, Flor.

There are children in that bus. 

They can't believe what they are seeing. 

They're screaming and pointing at us. 

I see people on the footpath. 

They look up and start to flee. 

I yell out loud, “don't be afraid. 

It's only Flor and me. 

We turn away from the road 

and stomp towards the fields. 

Scaring those people was great fun. 

I know now how dinosaurs feel. 

Suddenly Flor slowed down. 

What's wrong? I cried.

I can see big dinosaurs coming, Shouted Floor. 

I think we should hide. 

We'll creep into the forest, 

the one beside the hill. 

Lie down among the bushes. 

Don't move. We must keep still. 

Big dinosaurs aren't nice. 

They can be so mean.

They'll roar and screech out loud, 

trying hard to frighten me. 

Don't worry Timmy, when I grow up, 

they'll be afraid, the day they see me coming, 

I'll roar so loud and stamp my feet 

and laugh as they go running. 

Flor, let's have some more fun. 

Should we run down to the town? 

People think it's the end of the earth 

with a dinosaur stomping around. 

No, Timmy, 

that's not the best thing to do. 

They would try to catch us then 

and put me in a zoo. 

We must be going home now. 

Our parents will wonder where we are.

There's no chance we'll get lost, 

though we didn't go that far. 

I can see my house. 

It's over by that tree. 

Mummy standing by the door. 

What will she say to me?

We slow to stop in a field. 

Flor goes on to one knee 

so I can climb down off his back 

and thank him for minding me. 

Where were you, Timmy? 

I've been looking everywhere for you. 

We were so worried. 

Our neighbors were looking too. 

Where were you, Timmy? 

Were you hiding up a tree?

Mummy, if I said I met a dinosaur today, 

I don't think you'd believe me.