Our little Matilda, all set to go,
Is packing for Bali, oh, you know!
She's grabbed a backpack and a case,
So much stuff! What's in this space?
A crossword, so she won't get bored on the way,
And beads to make a bracelet, hooray!
Here's Dolly, and a crocodile,
Soft and plush, and very versatile!
Here are some balloons, look at these!
'What are they for, if you please?'
'I'll float them up into the sky,
To send you letters, low and high!'
'Okay, that's fine, but what else is there?'
'A bear backpack, slung with care,
A mermaid, and of course, a cat,
And next to them, a plush koala, imagine that!'
And magazines, around fifteen,
The rest had to stay, what a scene!
They just won't fit, what a plight!
'Where on earth will it all go? Where, tonight?'
'Pass me the backpack! It's a great help, you'll see:
The bucket goes in, and the spade, with glee,
Then sandcastle moulds to play,
And two doggy socks, tucked away.'
Our little Matilda had a dream,
To travel to Bali, it would seem,
But she was far too small, it's true,
So only toys came along too.
Don't cry, little Matilda, dear!
You left your dresses behind, it's clear,
But there'll be a brand-new wardrobe, see,
Just give your hands a clap, one, two, three!
But don't forget, now, while you play,
Clothes matter, so remember, okay?
