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Just look at those footprints!

     Now who has been here?

Well it could be a donkey,

      A horse or a deer.


Do you think it’s a horse?

    There’s the shape of a shoe.

No, that’s the shape of a shoe

     Worn by me or by you.


So what else do we leave,

    That tells others we’ve been?

Well it’s there in the air

      But it cannot be seen.


Every dog knows that answer –

     His nose tells him well,

Because each of us carries

     Our own distinct smell.


Now for certain I know

     Who’ve been up to my door,

For the clue is just sitting

     Right there on the floor.


Every day some wild ducks come

     And, as you might guess,

What they’ve left behind them

     Is, well, rather a mess!


Oh I know who’s been here

    Because look what I’ve found!

It is brown and it’s shiny

     And was stored in the ground.


The  squirrel’s been storing

     A nice winter’s treat.

He’ll be glad that he did this

     When there’s not much to eat.


A man’s been to my home

     And to other homes too

And the “letter box” gives you

     A really good clue.


Both for Christmas and birthdays

     He brings lots of cards,

But with so many clues

     You’ll not find this one hard.


There’s a special old man

     Who calls once a year.

Christmas Eve is the night

     When I hope he’ll come here.


I could well find some presents

     Left under my tree.

He’s the best of my callers

     As I’m sure you’ll agree.



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