this little piggie went to market

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This little piggie went to market,
This little piggie stayed home,
This little piggie had roast beef,
This little piggie had none,
And this little piggie cried, "Wee! Wee! Wee!"
All the way home.

jack and jill

Jack and Jill went up the hill,
To fetch a pail of water.
Jack fell down and broke his crown,
And Jill came tumbling after.

Up Jack got and home he ran,
As fast as he could caper.
There his mother bound his head,
With vinegar and brown paper.

twinkle twinkle little star

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!

When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!

Then the traveler in the dark
Thanks you for your tiny spark;
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!

In the dark blue sky you keep,
And often through my curtains peep,
For you never shut your eye
Till the sun is in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!

As your bright and tiny spark
Lights the traveler in the dark,
Through I know not what you are,
Twinkle, twinkle, little star.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!

humptey dumptey

Humptey Dumptey sat on a wall,
Humptey Dumptey had a great fall;
All the King's horses and all the King's men,
Couldn't put Humptey together again.
So off they went to fairyland,
to buy some magic glue,
to fix the toys together again
and Humptey Dumptey too.

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ding dong bell

Ding dong bell
Pussy's in the well
Who put her in?
Little Johnny Flynn
Who pulled her out?
Little Tommy Stout
What a naughty boy was that
Try to drown poor Pussycat,
Who ne'er did any harm
But killed all the mice
In the Farmer's barn!

baa baa black sheep

Baa, baa black sheep
Have you any wool
Yes sir, yes sir
Three bags full.

One for my master
And one for my dame
And one for the little boy
Who lives down the lane.

three blind mice

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Three blind mice,
Three blind mice,

See how they run!
See how they run!

They all ran after the farmer's wife,
Who cut off their tails,
With a carving knife.

Did you ever see such a thing in your life,
As three blind mice.

LEGENDS

The Monkey and the Crocodile
A tale from India retold by Oban 

 

A long time ago a monkey lived in a great fig tree on the riverbank of the river Ganges at the foot of the Himalaya Mountains. Life was good for him. He grew big and strong eating the tree's fruit.
A lot of crocodiles lived in the river and one of them watched the monkey for a long time as he ate and slept in the tree.
“That monkey's heart must taste so sweet from all the fruit he eats” the crocodile thought to herself. “I want to eat it”.
She turned to her husband and said “See the big monkey up there in that tree. Bring me his heart, I want to eat it”.
Her husband looked up at the monkey in the tree and then looked at his wife. “But the monkey lives high in the tree and I’m here in the river. How can I catch him?”
“I don’t care how you do it, just bring me his heart” yelled his wife, slapping the water angrily with her tail.
Her husband knew there was no way of talking her out of something, once she had made up her mind. She wouldn’t talk to him again until he brought her the monkey’s heart.
“Ok, Ok, calm down, I’ll think of something, dearest” he said.
The crocodile thought and thought and finally came up with a plan.
“I know what I’ll do” he said to himself. “I'll trick the monkey into riding on my back”
The crocodile swam closer to the tree. “Hello Mr Monkey. How are you today?” he called out, smiling and trying to sound friendly. He wasn’t too bright. When he smiled he showed all his big teeth.
“I'm fine, thank you” said the monkey, trying not to look scared as he stared down from the tree at the open mouth with all those big sharp teeth.
“Mr Monkey, why do you only eat the fruit from that fig tree when there are so many juicy mangoes on trees on the island in the middle of the river?” asked the crocodile.
“Because I can’t get across the river, the water is too deep” answered the monkey.
“No problem, you can ride on my back and I'll take you over there” said the crocodile.
The monkey didn’t trust the crocodile completely, but he was greedy and he wanted to taste all those juicy mangoes on the island. So he jumped down onto the crocodile’s back.
“Hold on tight and off we go” said the crocodile.

The crocodile had only swum a little way when he dived under the water.
“Why did you do that?” said the monkey, spluttering and spitting out water. “I could have drowned”.
“You are going to drown” said the crocodile. “I'm going to hold you under the water and kill you. My wife wants me to bring her your heart so she can eat it.”
“Ah, you should have told me before we left” said the monkey.
“I didn’t bring my heart with me. I don’t keep it inside me all the time because it could get knocked to pieces from all that jumping around in the tree” he said.
"Take me over to the island and after I've eaten some mangoes, we'll go back to my tree and I'll get my heart for you” said the monkey.
“No way, monkey” said the crocodile. "We’re going back for your heart first and then we’ll see about the mangoes.”
“Fair enough, you’re the boss” said the monkey.
When they got back to the tree the monkey jumped off the crocodile’s back and ran up high into the tree.
The monkey yelled down at the crocodile “You dumb crocodile, who ever heard of anyone keeping their heart up a tree. You may be bigger than me and have lots of sharp teeth but you're not smarter than me. My heart is inside me, come up here and get it if you can”.
The crocodile realised he'd been tricked. He was sad and miserable.
“This is not good. How am I ever going to explain this to my wife?” the crocodile thought to himself. “She so wanted to taste that monkey’s heart”
A tear fell down his cheek as he swam back to his wife.

The End

LEGENDS

How the Tortoise got his shell
By Mrs Dalziel's Year 3 and 4 Class
Kidderminster
England

Long, long ago in the dessert lived a Tortoise. The Tortoise had a brown wrinkly body because the sun was always beating down on him, without a shell he was getting burnt!
One day Tortoise was running a race with Cheetah; he was running so fast Cheetah could not see him. Suddenly Tortoise tripped and then tumbled down a steep, rocky mountain.
Later that day at the bottom of the mountain Tortoise woke up, spinning on his back! Tortoise felt all dizzy and he had a lot of pain, he tried to get up but he couldn’t! He felt something hard and heavy on his back. He realized he had a cracked rock on his wrinkly body!
Cheetah came crashing down the mountain to see if Tortoise was ok.
Cheetah tried to help Tortoise to get up and pull the rock off his back. Tortoise screamed in pain because the rock would not come off!
Cheetah said ‘You look better with the rock and it will protect you from the sun. Let’s have another race!’
‘No thanks, I am tired’ said Tortoise as he curled up inside his rock.
So that is how the Tortoise came to have a shell and how the Cheetah became the fastest animal!

POEM

Go,Go,Go Boys
I know these boys who are good friends.
  They love to play and never sit still.
      They run around
Wherever they are.
   They jump, they kick
High ang quick.
They never get tired.
They just go,go and go!

POEM

A Man

There is a man whose hair looks like a mane.

He wears a cap over a cape.

He has a can on top of his cane.

He would tap on a tape as he tips on his toes.

He would catch a rat at any rate.

POEM

My Friends

I have friends, many friends,

In school and in our neighborhood, too.

They are all dear to me.

Do you want to know why?

We play and always have fun.

There are Emon, Ric, Stan and Jay.

There are Jomarie, Khuleen.Lette,

Jethylin and Regine, too

There are boys

And there are girls,

No matter,

All are fun to be with.

POEMS

Kindness to Animals

 Author unknown
Little children, never give
Pain to things that feel and live;
Let the gentle robin come
For the crumbs you save at home;
As his meat you throw along
He’ll repay you with a song.
Never hurt the timid hare
Peeping from her green grass lair,
Let her come and sport and play
On the lawn at close of day.

The little lark goes soaring high
To the bright windows of the sky,
Singing as if t'were always spring,
And fluttering on an untired wing -
Oh! Let him sing his happy song,
Nor do these gentle creatures wrong.

Flower on the Road

By Chitra Padmanabhan

Spring has come,
said the bougainvillea
Crimson, orange, cream
and yellow
Making a flower wall
along the road
I bring happiness
to all.

Wait, said the
little flower
on the edge of the kerb
I, too, blossom
though I am small
Every now and then
a little child walks past,
sees me
at her height
And happily smiles.

Doesn't that make us comrades
on the road!








My Little Kitty Brown
By: Carol Combine











 


The little brown Kitty
I found down the street,
Would run around
And sniff the ground.
How he'd dance around
With a little meowing sound
My little Kitty Brown

The Sparrow's Nest

By Chitra Padmanabhan
Oh, why does the sparrow
build a nest in the rain?
Won't the downpour
wash the nest away?
Asked the child, to her grandmother.

Monsoon is a time
when there are
lots of worms,
and that means food
for the little ones!

That's why sparrows build
a nest in the rain,
said the grandmother with a smile