by Danielle Sensier
At school we’re doing growing things
Sprinkly seeds in plastic pots
of cotton wool.
Kate’s cress sits up on the sill
she gives it water.
Mine is shut inside the cupboard
dark and dry.
Now her pot has great big clumps
Teacher calls it Science
I call it mean!
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