Category Archives: Poems


I like cars

Red cars

Green cars

Sport and racing cars

I like cars

A car in a garage

A car with a load

A car with a flat tyre

A car on the road

I like cars

I like trains

Express trains

Toy trains

Streamline trains

Freight trains

Old trains

Milk trains

I like trains

I like people

Good people

Sad people

Slow people

Odd people

Big people

Little people

I like people

I like insects

Black ones and green ones

Useful insects

Harmful insects

All kinds of insects

An insect in the grass

An insect in the house

Lots of insects

I like insects

Shiny insects

Noisy insects

Those which are thin or plump

I like insects

I like fish

Gold fish

Silver fish

Young as well as old fish

All sorts of fish

A fish in a pond

A fish in a river

A fish in the ocean

A fairy tale fish

I like fish

I like dogs

A dog that is barking over the hill

A dog that is dreaming very still

A dog that is running wherever he will

I like dogs

I like boats

Any kind of boat

Tug boats

Tow boats

Large boats

Barge boats

I like boats

I like whistles

Wild whistles

Bird whistles

Far-off-heard whistles

Boat whistles

Train whistles

I like whistles

I like seed

Radish seeds

Lettuce seeds

Flower seeds

Grain of wheat

All sorts of corn and seeds

Corn with long green stems

Seeds carried by the wind

I like seed

I like snow

Cold snow

Slow snow

White snow

Icy snow

I like snow

Snow falling softly with everything still

White in the blue night

White on the sill

White on the trees on the far distant hill

With everything still

I like snow

(Written by Margaret Wise Brown)



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]



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)




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

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)