RABBIT’S NAP

Rabbit’s feeling sleepy she curls up in a chair

Tap ! Tap ! Who’s that ?

Oh dear ! it’s builder bear

Where can rabbit have her nap ? The window seat looks nice

Bang ! Clash ! Who’s that ?

Oh ! no ! A band of mice

Rabbit’s in her deckchair a doze would be so good

Whack ! Crack ! Who’s that ?

It’s fox he’s chopping wood

“A shady tree !” says rabbit. “The kind of spot I like”

Ting-a-ling ! Who’s that ?

Its’s tortoise on his bike

Poor tired rabbit goes back home she yawns and rubs her eyes

Rat-a-tat ! Who’s that ?

“Your friends with a suprize !”

“Hush-a-bunny ! Tra-la-la ! We’ll sing you off to sleep”

Zzzzz ! Zzzzz ! What’s that ?

Shall we have a peep ?

(Written by Julia Donaldson)

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WINDY NIGHTS

Whenever the moon and stars are set

Whenever the wind is high

All night long in the dark and wet

A man goes riding by

Late in the night when the fires are out

Why does he gallop and gallop about ?

Whenever the trees are crying aloud

And ships are tossed at sea

By on the highway low and loud

By at the gallop goes he

By at the gallop he goes and then

By he comes back at the gallop again

(Written by Robert Louis Stevensen)

 

THE ROAD NOT TAKEN

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth

Then took the other just as fair

And having perhaps the better claim

Because it was grassy and wanted wear

Though as for that passing there

Had worn them really about the same

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black

Oh I kept the first one for another day

Yet knowing how way leads to way

I doubted if I should ever come back

Somewhere ages and ages hence

Two roads diverged in a wood and I –

I took the one less travelled by

And that has made all the difference

(Written by Robert Frost)

 

 

IF THE WORLD WAS CRAZY

If the world was crazy you know what I’d eat ?

A big slice of soup and a whole quart of meat

A lemonade sandwich and then I might try

Some roasted ice cream or a bicycle pie

A nice notebook salad an underwear roast

An omelette of hats and some crisp cardboard toast

A thick malted milk made fromĀ  pencils and daisies

And that’s what I’d eat if the world was crazy

If the world was crazy you know what I’d wear ?

A chocolate suit and a tie of eclair

Some marshmallow earmuffs some licorice shoes

And I’d read a paper of peppermint news

I’d call the boys Suzie and call the girls Harry

I’d talk through my ears and I always would carry

A paper umbrella for when it grew hazy

To keep in the rain if the world was crazy

If the world were crazy you know what I’d do ?

I’d walk on the ocean and swim in my shoe

I’d fly through the ground and skip through the air

I’d run down the bathtub and bathe on the stair

When I met somebody I’d say “G’bye Jo”

And when I was leaving the I’d say “Hello”

And the greatest of men would be silly and lazy

So I would be king if the world was crazy

 

 

IF ALL THE RAINDROPS

If all the raindrops

Were lemondrops and gumdrops

O what a rain that would be

Standing outside with my mouth open wide

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

If all the raindrops

Were lemondrops and gumdrops

O what a rain that would be

If all the snowflakes

Were candy bars and milkshakes

O what a snow that would be

Standing outside with my mouth open wide

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

If all the snowflakes

Were candy bars and milkshakes

O what a snow that would be

If all the sunbeams

Were bubblegum and ice cream

O what a sun that would be

Standing outside with my mouth open wide

Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

If all the sunbeams were bubblegum and icecream

O what a sun that would be

 

IF YOU GIVE A MOUSE A COOKIE

If you give a mouse a cookie

He’s going to ask for a glass of milk

When you give him the milk

He’ll probably ask you for a straw

When he’s finished he’ll ask for a napkin

Then he’ll want to look in the mirror

To make sure he doesn’t have a milk moustache

He might notice his hair needs a trim

So he’ll probably ask for a pair of nail scissors

When he’s finished giving himself a trim

He’ll want a broom to sweep up

He’ll start sweeping

He might get carried away and sweep every room in the house

He may even end up washing the floors as well

When he’s done he’ll probably want to take a nap

You’ll have to fix up a little box for him with a blanket and a pillow

He’ll crawl in make himself comfortable

And fluff the pillows a few times

He’ll probably ask you to read him a story

So you’ll read him one from your books

And he’ll ask to see the pictures

When he looks at the pictures he’ll get so excited

He’ll want to draw one of his own

He’ll ask for paper and crayons

He’ll draw a picture

He’ll want to sign his name with a pen

He’ll want to hang his picture on your refrigerator

Which means he’ll need sticky tape

He’ll hang up his drawing

And stand back to look at it

Looking at the refrigerator will remind him that he’s thirsty

So he’ll ask for a glass of milk

And chances are if he asks for a glass of milk

He’s going to want a cookie to go with it

(Written by Laura Joffe Numeroff)

THE JUMBLIES

They went to sea in a sieve they did

In a sieve they went to sea

In spite of all their friends could say

On a winter’s morn on a stormy day

In a sieve they went to sea !

And when the sieve turned round and round

And everyone cried “You’ll all be drowned !”

They called aloud “Our sieve ain’t big

But we don’t care a button !

We don’t care a fig !

In a sieve we’ll go to sea !”

Far and few far and few

Are the lands where the Jumblies live

Their heads are green and their hands are blue

And they went to sea in a sieve

They sailed away in a sieve they did

In a sieve they sailed so fast

With only a beautiful pea-green veil

Tied with a riband by way of a sail

To a small tobacco-pipe mast

And everyone said who saw them go

“O won’t they be soon upset you know !

For the sky is dark and the voyage is long

And happen what may it’s extremely wrong

In a sieve to sail so fast !”

Far and few far and few

Are the lands where the Jumblies live

Their heads are green and their hands are blue

And they went to sea in a sieve

The water it soon came in it did

The water it soon came in

So to keep them dry they wrapped their feet

In pinky paper all folded neat

And they fastened it down with a pin

And they passed the night in a crockery-jar

And each of them said “How wise we are !

Though the sky be dark and the voyage be long

Yet we never can think we were rash or wrong

While round in our sieve we spin !”

Far and few far and few

Are the lands where the Jumblies live

Their heads are green and their hands are blue

And they went to sea in a sieve

And all night long they sailed away

And when the sun went down

They whistled and warbled a moony song

To the echoing sound of the coppery gong

In the shade of the mountains brown

“O Timballo ! How happy we are

When we live in a sieve and a crockery-jar

And all night long in the moonlight pale

We sail away with a pea-green sail

In the shade of the mountain brown !”

Far and few far and few

Are the lands where the Jumblies live

Their heads are green and their hands are blue

And they went to sea in a sieve

They sailed to the Western Sea they did

To a land all covered with trees

And they bought an owl and a useful cart

And a pound of rice and a cranberry tart

And a hive of silvery bees

The bought a pig and some green jack-daws

And a lovely monkey with lollipop paws

And forty bottles of Ringo-Bo-Ree

And no end of Stilton cheese

Far and few far and few

Are the lands where the Jumblies live

Their heads are green and their hands are blue

And they went to sea in a sieve

And in twenty years they all came back

In twenty years or more

And every one said “How tall they’ve grown !

For they’ve been to the Lakes and the Torrible Zone

And the hills of the Chankly Bore.”

And they drank their health and gave them a feast

Of dumplings made of beautiful yeast

And every one said “If we only live

We too will go to sea in a sieve

To the hills of the Chankly Bore !”

Far and few far and few

Are the lands where the Jumblies live

Their heads are green and their hands are blue

And they went to sea in a sieve

(Written by Edward Lear)