Save Digisign Story with airSlate SignNow

Save digisign story

right this is stickman uh by julia donaldson pictures by axel sheffler and read by me hugh hello okay stickman lives in the family tree with his stick lady love and their stick children three one day he wakes early and goes for a jog stick man oh stick man beware of the dog a stick barks the dog an excellent stick the right kind of stick for my favorite trick i'll fetch it and drop it and fetch it and then i'll drop it and fetch it and drop it again i'm not a stick why can't you see i'm stick man i'm stick man i'm stick man that's me i want to go back to the family tree notice says dogs must be kept on the lead at last the game's over and stickman is freed he sets off a home with a hop and a twirl stick man oh stickman beware of the girl a stick cries the girl with a smile on her face the right kind of poo stick for winning the race has everyone got one get ready to throw it's one two three into the river they go i'm not a poo stick why can't they see i'm stick man i'm stick man i'm stick man that's me and i'm heading away from the family tree stickman is floating he floats on and on stickman oh stickman beware of the swan a twig says the swan this twig is the best it's the right kind of twig to weave into my nest i'm not a twig why can't they see i'm stick man i'm stick man i'm stick man that's me and i long to be back in the family tree the nest is deserted and stickman is free he drifts down the river and sails out to sea he tosses and turns till the frolicking foam washes him up on a beach far from home here comes a dad with a spade in his hand stickman oh stickman beware of the sand a mast yells the dad an excellent mast hooray there's a flag on our castle at last i'm not a mast for a silly old flag or a sword for a knight or a hook for a bag i'm not a pen i'm not a bow i'm not a bat or a boomerang no i'm stick man oh stick man beware of the snow here comes a boy in a warm woolly scarf an arm for my snowman he says with a laugh i'm not an arm can nobody see i'm stick man i'm stick man i'm stick man that's me will i ever get back to the family tree stickman is lonely stickman is lost stickman is frozen and covered in frost stickman is weary his eyes start to close he stretches and yawns and lies down for a doze he can't hear the bells or the sweet singing choir or the voice saying here's a good stick for the fire stickman is lying asleep in the great there he is can anyone wake him before it's too late he dreams of his kids and his stick lady love then suddenly wakes what's that noise up above it starts as a chuckle then turns to a shout oh i'm stuck get me out a stock man a stock man now who could that be don't worry christ stick man i'll soon set you free a scratch and a scrape and a flurry of soot a wiggle a jiggle and out pokes a foot a shove and a nudge a hop and a jump and santa falls into the room with a thump stickman oh stickman you excellent friend thanks thanks a million thanks without end then stickman help santa deliver his toys to fast asleep girls and to faster sleep boys faster and faster they fly through the snow till santa says only one chimney to go stick ladies lonely the children are sad it won't feel like christmas without their stick dad they toss and they turn on the family bed but what is that clattering sound overhead someone is tumbling into their house is it a bird or a bat or a mouse or could it yes could it just possibly be i'm stickman i'm stickman i'm stickman that's me and i'm sticking right here in the family tree and that is the end good night