Sparkling gold in case he spills some out of his dark, mysterious pot buried deep in the Irish countryside.

A spare hat as green as freshly cut grass if he loses his in an attack by a humungous, vicious ogre.

A vibrantly-coloured rainbow in case the one that leads to the pot of gold fades away into the depths of the baby blue-coloured sky.

A spare belt with a fresh buckle as bright as the sun on it if his one ever gets scraped when he is in vicious attacks.

A patch of gorgeous green shamrocks with their three lime, heart-shaped leaves.

The fearsome dragon, his humongous claws as sharp as a pencil that has just come out of an electric sharpener.

The fearsome dragon, he is as tall as the tallest skyscraper.

The fearsome dragon, his eyes as still as concreate that has been set for centuries.

The fearsome dragon, his wings as wide as a whale about to gobble down some slippery salmon.

The fearsome dragon, his tail about to whack you round the face like a bulldozer about to smash through a house.

The fearsome dragon, his scales as shiny as a diamond that just been mined up from under the ground.

You are a footballer about to lift the trophy

full of excitement, pride, and joy.

You are a monkey leaping between the trees in the rainforest

like a gymnast on the trapeze.

You are a badger scurrying around the

soft leaf-litter covered forest floor

of Cockington woods.

You are a tall tree in the middle of the Sahara Desert

about to topple onto Tim the tiny turtle.

You are a giraffe munching on some

crunchy leaves off the tallest tree.

You are a child in boring science class

twiddling your thumbs.

You are a panda in the rainforest with

the warm rain drizzling down your back.

You are a tourist staring up at the

humongous reddish Eiffel Tower looming above you.

You are spring with the

flowers growing

the wind blowing

and the farmer sowing.

You are the number 22 with

two little ducks.