Peter's 'I am' poem made us laugh. It's wonderfully lighthearted and squiggly!
I am an octopus, under the waves,
Squiggling everywhere for no reason,
and eating things
without a care in the world
because I am orange.
Sometimes other octopi come
and squiggle in my place.
If they are small, I eat them
and if they are big, I run
and squiggle in a new place.
Maybe, someday, I will squiggle near you,
or maybe not.
I don't know,
I just squiggle
because I can.
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