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Scissors by Allan Ahlberg
``` Scissors by Allan Ahlberg
Nobody leave the room. Everyone listen to We had ten pairs of scissors At half-past two, And now there’s only three.
Seven pairs of scissors Disappeared from sight. Not one of you leaves Till we find them. We can stop here all night!
Scissors don’t lose themselves, Melt away or explode. Scissors have not got Legs of their own To go running off up the road.
We really need those scissors, That’s what makes me mad. (It was seven pairs Of children we’d lost, It wouldn’t be so bad.
I don’t want to hear excuses. Don’t anyone speak. Just ransack this room Till we find them, Or we’ll stop here all week! ```
Scissors by Allan Ahlberg
No one should leave the room. Everyone pay attention to We had ten pairs of scissors At two-thirty, And now there are only three.
Seven pairs of scissors Have vanished from view. None of you can leave Until we find them. We can stay here all night!
Scissors don’t just disappear, Melt away, or blow up. Scissors don’t have Their own legs To run away down the street.
We really need those scissors, That’s what makes me angry. (It was seven pairs Of children we lost, It wouldn’t be so terrible.
I don’t want to hear any excuses. Don’t anyone talk. Just search this room Until we find them, Or we’ll be here all week!