THE PAPER DOLLS

There was once a girl who had tiger slippers

And a ceiling with stars on it

And a butterfly hairslide

Which she kept losing

And two goldfish

And a nice mother who helped

Her to make some paper dolls

They were Ticky and Tacky

And Jackie the Backie

And Jim with two noses

And Jo with the bow

And they danced and they jumped and they sang

And they met a dinosaur

Who clawed and roared

And said “I’m going to get you !”

But the paper dolls sang

“You can’t get us. O no no no !

We’re holding hands and we won’t let go

We’re Ticky and Tacky and Jackie the Backie

And Jim with two noses and Jo with the bow”

And they jumped

Onto a bus

And rode to a farmyard and danced with the pigs

Then they lay on a rooftop and stared at the stars

Till a tiger slunk out of his den

And he crouched and he snarled

And said “I’ll leap up and catch you !”

But the paper dolls sang

“You can’t catch us,  O no no no !

We’re holding hands and we won’t let go

We’re Ticky and Tacky and Jackie the Backie

And Jim with two noses  and Jo with the bow !”

And they floated down the stairs

And they danced around the honey pot

And kicked crumbs and explored an island

Till a fierce crocodile grinned his grin

And gnashed his teeth

And said “I’m coming to crunch you !”

But the paper dolls laughed and sang

“You can’t crunch us. O no no no !

We’re holding hands and we won”t let gp

We’re Ticky and Tacky and Jackie the Backie

And Jim with two noses and Jo with the bow”

And they hopped into the garden

And they sniffed the flowers and chatted to a ladybird

And lay down in a forest of grass

But along came a boy with a pair of scissors

And he said “I’ll snip you !”

And he did

He snipped them into tiny little pieces

And he said “You’re gone for ever”

But the paper dolls sang

“We’re not gone. O no no no !

We’re holding hands and we won”t let go

We’re Ticky and Tacky and Jackie the Backie

And Jim with two noses and Jo with the bow !”

And the pieces joined together and the paper dolls flew

Into the little girl’s memory

Where they found white mice and fireworks

And a starfish soap

and a kind granny

And the butterfly hairslide

And more and more lovely things each day

And each year

And the girl grew into a mother

Who helped her own little girl make some paper dolls

They were Poppy and Pinkie and Binky and Blinkie

And Fred with one eyebrow

And Flo with the bow

And they jumped and they danced and they sang

(Written by Julia Donaldson and Illustrated by Rebecca Cobb)

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FREDDIE AND THE FAIRY

Freddie found a fairy tangled in a tree

“Help I’m stuck !” the fairy cried

So Freddie set her free

“Thank you” said the fairy

“My name is Bessie-Belle

I’ll grant you all your wishes

Though I can’t hear very well”

Freddie thought then mumbled

“I wish I had a pet”

“Why so you shall” said Bessie-Belle

And conjured up a net

“I don’t want fish” said Freddie

“I’d rather have a dog”

“Hey presto !” said the fairy

And conjured up a frog

“Let”s try again” said Freddie

“I wish I had a cat”

“That’s easy” said the fairy and conjured up a bat

“I don’t like bats” said Freddie

“But what about a mouse ?”

“Lift up that stone !” the fairy said

And Freddie found a louse

“That isn’t right” said Freddie

“Let’s think. Perhaps a parrot ?”

“I’ll do my best” said Bessie -Belle

And conjured up a carrot

Freddie stamped his foot and said

“This carrot has no beak”

“Forgive me” said the fairy

And a tear rolled down her cheek

Just then from out of nowhere

Appeared the Fairy Queen

She dried the fairy’s eyes and asked

“Whatever does this mean ?”

“It’s Bessie-Belle” said Freddie

“She gets things wrong” he grumbled

“I’m sorry” said the fairy

“But that’s because you mumbled”

“Now Freddie” said the Fairy Queen

(She sounded kind but stern)

“Before you wish again, there are

Three rules for you to learn

Rule one : you mustn’t mumble

Rule two: don’t turn away

The fairy needs to read your lips

To read the words you say

Rule three: don’t cover up your mouth

She can’t see through your hand !

Obey these three gold rules and then

I’m sure she’ll understand”

So Freddie learnt the three gold rules

And now he speaks quite clearly

And everything he wishes for comes true

Or very nearly

(Written by Julia Donaldson and Illustrated by Karen George)

 

THE SNUGGLE SANDWICH

It’s quiet in the morning

When there’s no one else around

Annie lies in bed and listens

There’s not a single sound

It’s cold out on the landing

As she’s peeping round the doors

Her Mama’s smiling back at her

Her Papa only snores

Annie climbs up Mama’s tummy

And she wiggles down the bed

They’re a cosy snuggle sandwich

She’s the jam and they’re the bread !

Then she and Mama tiptoe

To the kitchen down the stair

Mama lights the gas and warms the milk

For her and Edward Bear

Mama shouts to wake the others

We hear her roar “Get up !”.

So only Annie’s watching when Teddy hits the floor

Poor old Edward  sad and alone

Annie didn’t mean to drop you

On the cold hard stone

Here comes Annie’s Papa

In his tidy suit and tie

He’s singing and he’s joking

He’s a happy morning guy !

Next there’s Annie’s sister

Rushing to get ready

She finds her bag and hat and coat

But no one finds poor Teddy

In stomps the noisy one

Her teenage brother Joe

He turns on the radio as LOUD as it’ll go !

They’re all bashing around the kitchen

Crashing up and down

And suddenly they’re gone

As Papa’s car roars off to town

At last her Mama hears her

“O have you lost your bear ?”

She lifts her from the high chair

They’re searching everywhere

He isn’t on the table and he isn’t on the floor

He isn’t in the kitchen sink

He’s not outside the door

He isn’t on the landing and he isn’t in the bed

He’s in the doggy basket snuggled up with Fred

It’s quiet in the morning now teddy’s back again

The morning rush is over

Annie’s favourite time is when

There’s only her and Mama

No more fuss and clutter !

Now they’re the snuggle sandwich

And TED’S the peanut butter !

(Written by Malachy Doyle and Illustrated by Gwen Millward)

 

 

 

BANDAIDS

I have a bandaid on my finger

One on my knee and one on my nose

One on my heel and two on my shoulder

Three on my elbow and nine on my toes

Two on my wrist and one on my ankle

One on my chin and one on my thigh

Four on my belly and five on my bottom

One on my forehead and one on my eye

One on my neck and in case I might need ’em

I have a box full of thirty five more

But oh ! I do think it is sort of a pity

I don’t have a cut or a sore

(Written by Shel Silverstein)

SICK

“I cannot go to school today ”

Said little Peggy Ann McKay

“I have the measles and the mumps

A gash a rash and purple bumps

My mouth is wet my throat is dry

I’m going blind in my right eye

My tonsils are as big as rocks

I’ve counted 16 chicken pox

And there’s one more – that’s seventeen

And don’t you think my face looks green ?

My leg is cut my eyes are blue

It must be instamatic flu

I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke

I’m sure that my left leg is broke

My hip hurts when I move my chin

My belly button’s caving in

My back is wreched my ankles sprained

My ‘pendix pains each time it rains

My nose is cold my toes are numb

I have a sliver in my thumb

My neck is stiff my spine is weak

I hardly whisper when I speak

My tongue is filling up my mouth

I think my hair is falling out

My elbow’s bent my spine ain’t straight

My temperature is one-o-eight

My brain is shrunk I cannot hear

There is a hole inside my ear

I have a hangnail and my heart is – what ?

What’s that ? What’s that you say ?

You say that today is Saturday ?

G’bye. I’m going out to play !”

(Written by Shel Silverstein)

BE GLAD YOUR NOSE IS ON YOUR FACE

Be glad your nose is on your face

Not pasted on some other place

For if it were where it is not

You might dislike your nose a lot

Imagine if your precious nose

Were sandwiched in between your toes

That clearly would not be a treat

For you’d be forced to smell your feet

Your nose would be a source of dread

Were it attached atop your head

It soon would drive you to despair

Forever tickled by your hair

Within your ear your nose would be

An absolute catastrophe

For when you were obliged to sneeze

Your brain would rattle from the breeze

Your nose instead through thick and thin

Remains between your eyes and chin

Not pasted on some other place

Be glad your nose is on your face

(Written by  Jack Prelutsky)

OH SUSANNA

I come from Alabama

With my banjo on my knee

I’m going to Louisiana

My true love for to see

It rained all night the day I left

The weather it was dry

The sun so hot

I froze to death

Susanna don’t you cry

Oh Susanna

Oh don’t you cry for me

For I come from Alabama

With my banjo on my knee

I had a dream the other night

When everything was still

I thought I saw Susanna

A-coming down the hill

The buckwheat cake was in her mouth

The tear was in her eye

Says I, I’m coming from the south

Susanna don’t you cry

Oh Susanna

Oh don’t you cry for me

For I come from Alabama

With a banjo on my knee

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