Baby Bonito

Galloping gallantly,
Little Bonito.
Striding through the garden,
Like a stallion,
With a stampede of fluff,
Waiting to attack the unsuspecting dandelion.
Little Bonito.
Now he's a tiger.
Picking his way through the long grass,
Leaping over rocks,
Dashing through bushes.
This is a tiger that fits in my arms.
Because he's still a baby;
Baby Bonito.


25 was established in 1997, and since then we have successfully completed numerous short story and poetry competitions and publications.
We receive an overwhelming positive feedback each year from the teachers, parents and students who have involvement in these competitions and publications, and we will continue to strive to attain this level of excellence with each competition we hold.


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