Tag Archives: Rhyming

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]

 

WHAT DO YOU DO ?

Two for a crew

Two for a crew

What do you do with two for a crew ?

Sail !

Four at the shore

Four at the shore

What do you do with four at the shore ?

Swim !

Six on the bricks

Six on the bricks

What do you do with six on the bricks ?

Fly !

Eight in a crate

Eight in a crate

What do you do with eight in a crate ?

Run !

Ten in a den

Ten in a den

What do you do with ten in a den ?

Sleep !

Twelve by themselves

Twelve by themselves

What do you do with twelve by themselves ?

Waddle !

All you really  have to do is practice how to count by twos

2  4  6  8  10  and 12 !

(Written by Suzanne Hardin and illustrated by Bay Mathis)

SING ME A SONG OF TEAPOTS AND TRUMPETS

Sing me a song of teapots and trumpets

Trumpets and teapets

And tippets and taps

Trippers and trappers

And jelly bean wrappers

And pigs in pajamas

With zippers and snaps

Sing me a song of sneakers and snoopers

Snookers and sneapers

And snappers and snacks

Snorkels and snarkles

A seagull that gargles

And gargoyles and gryphons

And other knick knacks

Sing me a song pf parsnips and pickles

Picsnips and parkles

And pumpkins and pears

Plumbers and mummers

And kettle drum drummers

And plum jam (yum-yum jam)

All over their chairs

Sing me a song –

But never you mind it !

I’ve had enough of this nonsense. Don’t cry

Criers and fliers

And onion ring fryers –

It’s more than I want to put up with !

Good-by !

(Written by N M Bodecker)

 

SIMPKIN

Here is Simpkin

Simpkin once and Simpkin twice

Simpkin nasty Simpkin nice

Simpkin fast and Simpkin slow

Simpkin high and Simpkin low

Simpkin round and round the chairs

Simpkin up and down the stairs

Simpkin thin and Simpkin fat

Simpkin this and Simpkin that

Simpkin weak and Simpkin strong

Simpkin short and Simpkin long

Simpkin smooth and Simpkin rough

And Simpkin THAT IS QUITE ENOUGH

Simpkin warm and Simpkin chilly

Simpkin sensible and silly

And sometimes when we stand and call

SIMPKIN JUST NOT THERE AT ALL

(Written by Quentin Blake)

 

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)

 

 

MR McGEE AND THE BITING FLEA

Mr McGee went out to play

Down to the beach one windy day

Mr McGee was running along

Flying his kite and singing a song

Just then a dog came racing by

Frightening the birds up into the  sky

Mr McGee was having fun

Flying his kite up to the sun

When jumping and leaping

The dog joined in

Chasing the kite and making a din

Mr McGee was holding on tight until…

Suddenly he felt a bite

That was when he let go of the kite

Up up it went right out of sight

OWWWWWWWWWW ! cried Mr McGee

Something bad is biting me !!

It wasn’t a fly and it wasn’t a bee

It was as small as small could be

So small it was too small to see

It was a jumping biting flea

OOOOOO !

OWWWWW !

EEEEE! cried Mr MCGee

He twisted and turned

He writhed and he squirmed

OOOOOO !

OWWWWW !

EEEEEE ! cried Mr McGee

Where is that flea that is biting me ?

He squawked and he squealed

He rocked and he reeled

OOOOOO !

OWWWWW !

EEEEEE ! cried Mr Mcgee

He jumped and he jiggled

He wobbled and wiggled

OOOOOO !

OWWWWW !

EEEEEE ! cried Mr McGee

It bit him here

It bit him there

It bit him simply everywhere

OOOOOO !

EEEEEE ! cried Mr McGee

See him hopping all around ?

Now he”s howling on the ground

But still that flea cannot be found

OOOOOO !

OWWWWW !

EEEEEE ! cried Mr McGee

Ah ! Now he’s  got it

Wait and see

Has he caught that pesky flea ?

OOOOOO !

OWWWWW !

EEEEEE ! cried Mr McGee

OOOOOOO !

OWWWWW

EEEEEE !

OOOOOO !

OWWWWWW !

EEEEEE !

And with one mighty jump

He jumped into the sea

That was when the flea jumped free

Oh my ! Oh me ! sang Mr McGee

(It happened that  flea didn’t like the sea…)

It landed in the hair

Of the dog that was there

OOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooo !

OOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooo !

OWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW !

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE !

(Written by Pamela Allen)