Category Archives: Poems

LITTLE DONKEY CLOSE YOUR EYES

Little donkey on the hill standing there so very still

Making faces at the skies little donkey close your eyes

Little monkey in the tree swinging there so merrily

Throwing coconuts at the skies little monkey close your eyes

Silly sheep that slowly crop night has come and you must stop

Chewing grass beneath the skies silly sheep now close your eyes

Little pig that squeals about make no noises with your snout

No more squealing to the skies little pig now close your eyes

Wild young bird that sweetly sing curve your head beneath your wing

Dark night covers all the skies wild young birds now close your eyes

Old black cat down in the barn keeping five small kittens warm

Let the wind blow in the skies dear old black cat close your eyes

Little child all tucked in bed looking such a sleepy head

Stars are quiet in the skies little child now close your eyes

[Written by Margaret Wise Brown]

 

MONDAY MORNING DANCE

Dungarees and nighties underpants and socks

Alfie’s dirty t-shirts Annie Rose’s frocks

Tip them in a heap from the overflowing bin

Pick them up and sort them out and bundle them in

Shove them in and switch it on and make them turn around

Make them turn round and round and round

Make them turn round and round

Through the little windows you can see the dancing skirts

Pyjama bottoms waltzing with Annie Rose’s skirts

Coloured tights and trousers stepping out and in

Leaping in the bubbles of an ever wilder spin

And even odd socks wonder if a partner can be found

As the washing goes round and round and round

As the washing goes round and round

(Written by Shirley Hughes)

 

 

MOUSE ?

Tick tock dickory dock

Where is the mouse

Who ran down the clock ?

I’ve looked in the cupboard

I’ve looked on the stair

In Elizabeth’s bed

And under the chair

But he isn’t there

No hint of a whisker

No wriggly pink nose

Where has he gone to ?

Nobody knows

Tick tock dickory dock

O where is the mouse

Who ran down the clock

(Written by Shirley Hughes)

SPAGHETTI SPAGHETTI

Spaghetti spaghetti

You’re wonderful stuff

I love you spaghetti

I can’t get enough

You’re covered with sauce

And you’re sprinkled with cheese

Spaghetti spaghetti

Oh give me some more please

Spaghetti spaghetti

Piled high in a mound

You wiggle you wriggle

You squiggle around

There’s slurpy spaghetti

All over my plate

Spaghetti spaghetti

I think you’re great

Spaghetti spaghetti

I love you a lot

You’re slishy you’re sloshy

Delicious and hot

I gobble you down

O I can’t get enough

Spaghetti spaghetti

You’re wonderful stuff

(Written by Jack Prelutsky)

 

PATTERNS

Patterns can flow

Patterns can grow

Patterns pop up wherever you go

Patterns on mats and patterns on hats

Patterns on doors and patterns on floors

Patterns on seats and patterns on streets

Patterns on gates and patterns on plates

Patterns on walls and patterns on shawls

Patterns on shirts and patterns on skirts

Patterns on socks and patterns on frocks

Patterns on trees and patterns on bees

Patterns on snails and patterns on tails

Patterns in clapping and patterns in tapping

Patterns in walking and patterns in talking

Patterns in chiming and patterns in rhyming

Patterns you hear and patterns you see

Patterns on you and patterns on me

Patterns repeat like a rolling refrain

Over and over and over again

Over and over and over again

Over and over and over again

(Written by Sue Murphy)

 

 

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)