The Colour Of My Dreams

I'm a really rotten reader, the worst in all the class

The sort of rotten reader, that makes you want to laugh

I'm last in all the reading tests, my scores are not on the page

When I read to teacher, she gets in such a rage

She says I cannot form my words

She says I can't build up

And that I don't know phonics

And don't know "cat" from "cut"

They say that I'm dyslexic

That's a word they just found out

But when I get some plasticine

I know what that's about

I make these scary monsters

I draw these secret lands

I get my hair all sticky

And paint all on my hands

I make these super models

I build these smashing towers

They reach up to the ceiling

And take me hours and hours

She says I cannot form my words

She says I can't build up

And that I don't know phonics

And don't know "cat" from "cut"

They say that I'm dyslexic

That's a word they just found out

But when I get some plasticine

I know what that's about

I paint these lovely pictures

In thick green drippy paints

It gets on all the carpet

And makes the cleaners faint

I build great magic forests

Wee bushed out of strings

And paint pink pandarellos

And birds thay really sing

She says I cannot form my words

She says I can't build up

And that I don't know phonics

And don't know "cat" from "cut"

They say than I'm dyslexic

That's a word they just found out

But when I get some plasticine

I know what that's about

I play my world of real believe

I play it every day

People stand and watch me

But don't know what to say

They give me diagnostic tests

And try out reading schemes

But none of them will ever know

The colour of my dreams