Bugs The Rhyme Rocket

One rocket, one mission, to search the universe for poetry

one rhyme at a time!

# Blasting through the universe

# Rhyme collecting, song detecting

# Grabbing great poems from the planets and the stars

# The Rhyme Rocket top tongue-twisters, super songs

# With Professor Poet and Officer Ditty

# She's Commander Rhyme-a-lot

# And I'm the one in charge!

# The Rhyme Rocket!

# The Rhyme Rocket! #

-What's this?

-It's the new member of the crew.

Ta-dah!

-Where?

-Surely you know a spider when you see one?

-His name's Albert the tarantula.

-A tarantula?

-Aren't they great big hairy spiders? I can't see anything.

-Hmm?

HE GASPS

He's gone!

Poor Albert. He's never been outside his tank before.

Oh no, we'd better find him before he realises he's lost.

Albert! Albert!

The rhyme radar! What are you two doing?

Sorry, Commander, I've just lost something.

First things first, Ditty, it's the rhyme radar. Check it out.

It's the rhyme recruits on Planet Earth.

CHEERING

They're ready to perform a poem.

Excellent. That's just what we need to fill our rhyme tanks!

Let's not forget our mission to collect poems across the universe!

ALL: One rhyme at a time!

-But, Commander, what about Albert?

-Who is Albert?

-He's a spider.

A spider? Oh, you two. We'll have to search for him on the way.

Get ready for blast-off.

THEY CLAP RHYTHMICALLY

Are you going to join in too?

Let's get this rocket started

The engine runs on rhyme

Poems are its fuel

They get us there on time.

-Stand to attention.

-Yes.

-Do your final checks.

-Check.

-Go to the toilet.

-Flush.

We're ready on the deck.

BOTH: Don't forget your seatbelt. It's going to be fast.

Switch, click, push, twist.

BOTH: It's going to be a blast.

-Ten, nine...

-Communicate.

Eight, seven, six, five...

-All systems live.

-Three.

-Two.

Ready, crew, blast-off!

Another successful blast-off. Ditty, what are you doing?

-Searching for my spider, Commander.

-Never mind that.

Search the universe for rhyming signals.

We need to start filling our rhyme tanks.

We've locked on to rhyming words.

Ready the tanks for collection.

Earth calling the Rhyme Rocket.

-Bug.

-Rug.

-Slug.

I wonder what this word is?

Hug.

Yes, that's right!

-Crawl.

-Wall.

-Tall.

What's the final rhyming word?

-Ball.

-Yes!

Well done, rhyme recruits.

Bye, Rhyme Rocket.

Goodbye, rhyme recruits, and thanks to your rhyming words,

our fuel tanks are up and running.

And so is Albert.

HE GASPS

Look! Don't worry, I'll catch him.

One, two, three.

-Gotcha!

-Whoa!

-You're not a spider.

Do I look like spider? Let me out!

-I can smell...

-Albert?

No, a rhyme.

Never let a worm wiggle down your welly

It'll tickle round your toe as it wiggles on its belly

It will curl around your ankle

It will snuggle in your sock

It will jiggle, loop and twist

So get ready for a shock

It will search around your heel

You will feel his wormy wiggle

It'll stretch up to your knee

It will make you smile and giggle

THEY LAUGH

No, never let a worm wiggle down your welly

It will squiggle, it will squirm

And your knees will turn to jelly.

The fuel gauge has gone up again!

I love eating jelly. What does Albert like to eat, Officer Ditty?

Oh, Albert likes to eat bugs.

-If only we could attract him with some bug sounds.

-Yes, we can!

Activate the soundascope!

CHIRPING

Oh, it sounds like crickets.

Reminds me of being on holiday somewhere hot.

I think I'll take a nap.

Snooze. Snooze.

ALL: Snooze. Snooze.

Snooze.

I wouldn't get too comfortable. The sound's changing.

BUZZING

It sounds like a swarm of angry bees.

Buzz! Buzz!

Buzz! Buzz!

Buzz!

Make it stop, Officer Ditty!

You're not the only one on the run, Professor.

Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet

Eating her curds and whey

Along came a spider who sat down beside her

And frightened Miss Muffet away.

Cosmic critters! What DO you look like?

Well, Little Miss Muffet hopefully.

And why, dare I ask, are you dressed like Little Miss Muffet?

Everybody knows spiders cannot resist

Little Miss Muffet's curds and whey. Officer Ditty?

OK.

# Little Miss Muffet sat on her tuffet

# Eating her curds and whey

# Along came a spider who sat down beside her

# And frightened Miss Muffet away. #

Albert doesn't want curds and whey today.

We'll have to find another way to find him.

Never mind that! The fuel gauge!

-We're supposed to be collecting rhymes.

-We are low.

-We could do with a boost.

-A limerick should do the trick.

A spider was lost on the rocket

We searched every cog, wheel and sprocket

As minutes went by something dark caught my eye

From inside Professor P's pocket.

Yes, you do actually have something in your pocket, Professor.

-Could it be?

-Careful, Professor, he's very delicate.

-What on earth?

-That's where I left my ball of wool. Sorry, Professor.

Commander, look, it's the rhyme rock.

The place where poets and singers flock.

Beam them aboard, three, two, one.

They fill our tank and then they're gone.

Welcome aboard Joseph Coelho.

I've always wanted to see him live.

Have you found your spider yet?

I'll just check.

No, not yet.

Have you ever tried a centipede stew?

-ALL: A centipede stew?!

-Or sampled a ladybird vindaloo?

Have you ever crunched grasshopper curry?

Or supped on snails in a great big hurry?

Have you ever slurped scorpion jelly?

Or dined on moth until you get a full belly?

Have you ever nibbled an earwig roast?

Or chewed on grubs smeared on toast?

For bugs make a delicious feast

If you like creepy-crawlies and you're a beast

Then you must try my special cake

Sweet enough to make your teeth ache

Take some ants and coat in honey

Then boil with lacewings until nice and runny

Then mix the mixture with some things that squirm

Then leave in the fridge until nice and firm

Then with a spoon dollop caterpillar cream

Then crunch, munch and slump into a buggy dream.

THEY CHEER

Wonderful, Joseph. Thank you.

We're heading out of range of the rhyme rock. I'd better beam you back.

Have you seen Albert the spider?

Oh.

Joseph's performance has almost filled our rhyme tanks.

We need to locate the rhyme recruits and collect their poem. Ditty.

The rhyme recruits are located in a city called Glasgow.

Looks like they're creating a poem about bugs.

-TANNOY:

-Entering Earth's atmosphere. Stand by for entry.

Stand by for entry.

We haven't found Albert the tarantula!

-Where are you, Albert?

-Quiet! I have an announcement to make.

Greetings, Earthlings.

This is the Rhyme Rocket ready to collect your words.

-Albert.

-Stop searching. Hit the brakes!

We've reached our destination, Glasgow!

SHE WHOOPS

Right, we need to collect the poem from the rhyme recruits.

-Is that clear?

-Yes, miss. I mean, ma'am.

Ready.

# Incy Wincy spider climbed up the water spout

-# Down came the rain... #

-Stop it, Professor!

Sorry, Commander, I might have rewired the flight deck

a tiny bit this morning.

-Ditty, Ditty! Are you ready?

-Yes, ma'am.

The rhyme recruits are waiting for you. Get a move on!

# Rhyme Rocket

# Rhyme Rocket

# We've been whizzing through space with a smile on our face

# From Planet Rhyme to Earth

# Great poems we've got thanks to Rhyme-a-lot

# From across the universe

# And now we've found our rhyme recruits

# So we're really aiming high

# Stand up and shout out words and sounds

# Let's get our rhymes to fly. #

Spider

Beetle

Wriggly worm

Creepy crawlies

Makes me squirm

Hairy

Scary

ALL: Tarantula

-Is it Albert?

-Where?

In your hair

Don't worry, Professor there's nothing there

Creeping

Crawling

Tickling

Itching

Squirming

Jiggling

Bugs are wriggling

Insects have friends

Bugs can care

ALL: But just like rhymes they're everywhere!

Fantastic poem. Well done, recruits.

Oh, it's filled up our rhyme tanks.

CHEERING

Crew, time to head home.

Recruits, do one last thing for us.

BOTH: Never stop rhyming!

# Everyone had some really good rhymes

# They're the best we've ever heard

# But now, recruits, we'll say goodbye and rocket from your world

# We'll go whizzing through space with a smile on our face

# From Earth to Planet Rhyme

# Cheery-bye, got to fly, must dash in a flash

# And see you all next time

# The Rhyme Rocket

# The Rhyme Rocket. #

Mission complete.

# Incy Wincy spider climbed up the water spout. #

That's it, Professor! The rhyme spout!

It's the only place we haven't looked for Albert.

Albert, there you are!

-We found you.

-Yay!

-Search over.

-Thank goodness.

Oh no, he's gone again!

Continue searching.

BOTH: Oh, Albert!

# The Rhyme Rocket. #