I’ve never ran across the Sahara desert,
but I have jogged through Thetford Forest.
I’ve never eaten Escargot in France,
but I have had ruby, red, raspberries melt on my taste buds in the summertime.
I’ve never swam with pretty, pink boto dolphins,
but I have paddled with minnows at Santon Downham river.
I’ve never heard a wolf howl to the moon,
but I have listened to a Welsh pony neigh into the sunset.
I’ve never been stung by a blu ray jellyfish,
but I have been stung by a bumblebee at High Lodge, while licking a strawberry flavoured icelolly.
I’ve never touched a lion at Colchester Zoo,
but I have stroked a crow’s wiry black feathers.
I’ve never caught sight of a chicken fly to the moon,
but I have seen a majestic peacock spread out its feathers at Hall Farm.
I’ve never heard a brown bear talk,
but I have listened to Mrs Baxter shout at the children in my class for talking.
I’ve never swam with baby tigers,
but I have gone swimming with my friends at Snt Helen’s river.