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Children
May 5th, 2008
| The Swing by Robert Louis Stevenson How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do! Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide, Rivers and trees and cattle and all Over the countryside— Till I look down on the garden green, Toddler’s Creed Author unknownIf I want it, it’s mine. If I give it to you, and change my mind later, it’s mine. If I take it away from you, it’s mine. If I had it a little while ago, it’s mine. If it’s mine, it will never belong to anyone else, no matter what. If we are building something together, all the pieces are mine. If it looks just like mine, it is mine. A Tooth Fell Out Author unknownA tooth fell out and left a space so big my tongue can touch my face. And every time I miss my tooth There are no seven wonders of the world in the eyes of a child. There are seven million. ~ Walt Streightiff Blowing Bubbles by Margaret HillertDip your pipe and gently blow. Watch the tiny bubble grow Big and bigger, round and fat, Rainbow-colored, and then - SPLAT! You are My I Love You by Maryann CusimanoI am your parent; you are my child. I am your quiet place; you are my wild. I am your calm face; you are my giggle. I am your wait; you are my wiggle. I am your carriage ride; you are my king. I am your push; you are my swing. I am your audience; you are my clown. I am your London Bridge; you are my falling down. I am your carrot sticks; you are my licorice. I am your dandelion; you are my first wish. I am your water wings; you are my deep. I am your open arms; you are my running leap. I am your way home; you are my new path. I am your dry towel; you are my wet bath. I am your dinner; you are my chocolate cake. I am your bedtime; you are my wide awake. I am your finish line; you are my race. I am your praying hands; you are my saying grace. I am your favorite book; you are my new lines. I am your night-light; you are my starshine. I am your lullaby; you are my peekabo. I am your goodnight kiss; you are my I love you. Crowded Tub by Shel SilversteinThere’s too many kids in this tub There’s too many elbows to scrub I just washed a behind that I’m sure wasn’t mine There’s too many kids in this tub. The Tooth Fairy Author unknownShe came last night and vanished away… With the tooth I pulled out yesterday. If I could follow, I bet I’d spy… A mountain of teeth that would touch the sky! Little HandsMy little hands play patty-cake They peek-a-boo and wave… They catch me while I learn to walk And splash me as I bathe… My little hands reach up to you My little hands are tiny now Animal Crackers by Christopher MorleyAnimal crackers and cocoa to drink, That is the finest of suppers, I think; When I am grown up and can have what I please, I think I shall always insist upon these. God sent children … to enlarge our hearts and to make us unselfish… to give our souls higher aims… and to bring round our firesides bright faces, happy smiles and loving, tender hearts. ~ Mary Botham Howitt Monday’s child is fair of face; Tuesday’s child is full of grace; Wednesday’s child is on the go; Thursday’s child is a joy to know. Friday’s child is loving and giving; Saturday’s child takes joy in living; but the child that is born on the Sabbath day is merry and blithe and bright and gay. Sick by Shel Silverstein“I cannot go to school today,” Said little Peggy Ann McKay. “I have the measles and the mumps, A gash, a rash and purple bumps. My mouth is wet, my throat is dry, I’m going blind in my right eye. My tonsils are as big as rocks, I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox And there’s one more-that’s seventeen, And don’t you think my face looks green? My leg is cut, my eyes are blue- It might be instamatic flu. I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke, I’m sure that my left leg is broke- My hip hurts when I move my chin, My belly button’s caving in, My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained, My ‘pendix pains each time it rains. My nose is cold, my toes are numb, I have a sliver in my thumb. My neck is stiff, my voice is weak, I hardly whisper when I speak. My tongue is filling up my mouth, I think my hair is falling out. My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight, My temperature is one-o-eight. My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear, There is a hole inside my ear. I have a hangnail, and my heart is–what? What’s that? What’s that you say? You say today is…Saturday? G’bye, I’m going out to play!” Tongue Foolery by Jeff Clement There’s lots of ways To have some fun. I just open my mouth And stick out my tongue. |
Chicken Pox Spots by Crystal Bowman Oh, look at all my horrid spots! Thumb-Sucker by Shel SilversteinOh, the thumb-sucker’s thumb May look wrinkled and wet And withered and white as the snow, But the taste of the a thumb Is the sweetest taste yet (As only we thumb-suckers know). Merry-Go-Round by Rachel FieldPurple horses with orange manes Elephants pink and blue, Tigers and lions that never were seen In circus parade or zoo! Bring out your money and choose your steed, And prance to delightful sound. What fun if the world would turn someday Into a Merry-Go-Round! Say Cheese!
We begged and we pleaded for them all to say “cheese”,
But only the eldest were aiming to please. So how many more years do you think it will take, Until all of the cousins will cooperate?
Way Too Much Fun!
Oh, tell me, please tell me, is there a trick,
to get Cousins to sit still, even real quick? One giggles, one wiggles, one tugs on another.
One crawls, one tickles, then they pile on each other. When all is said and done, taking pictures with cousins is way too much fun! The Tooth Fairy Author unknown When the tooth fairy heard you lost your tooth, First she got you home address Ode to the Captain… in memory of Captain Kangaroo, 1/23/2004 Say, say, oh playmate, Come out and play with me And bring your dollies three Climb up my apple tree Shout down my rain barrel Slide down my cellar door And we’ll be jolly friends Forever more more more more more Say, say, oh playmate I cannot play with you My dolly’s got the flu Boo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo Ain’t got no rain barrel Ain’t got no cellar door But we’ll be jolly friends Forever more more more more more… Spaghetti by Shel Silverstein Spaghetti Spaghetti all over the place.
Up to my elbows. Up to my face. Over the carpet and under the chairs. Into the hammock and wound round the stairs. Filling the bathtub and covering the desk. Making the sofa a mad mushy mess. The Party is ruined. I’m terrible worried.
The guest have all left, unless they’re all buried. I told them bring gifts. I said throw confetti. I guess they all heard wrong. Cause they all threw spaghetti.
Tickle My Toes Author unknown You tickles my toes My BlanketMy mom says I’m a big kid now, Why keep this dirty old blanket. The color is gone, the edges are rough and ragged, Though dingy, frayed, well worn and loved, Please don’t rush me or expect us to part, Remember my blanket warms me and my heart. To My Child by Anne CampbellYou are the trip I did not take; You are the pearls I cannot buy; You are my blue Italian lake; You are my piece of foreign sky. Children aren’t happy without something to ignore, and that’s what parents were created for. ~ Ogden Nash A day at the park by Jeff Clement What to do? What to do? Slide down the slide? Play with the ball? Swing on the swing? I want to do it all! Teddy Bear Author unknownTeddy Bear, Teddy Bear, Torn and tattered. You were my friend When it really mattered. If I Were a Fish If I could have a single wish I’d dearly wish to be a fish Swimming in the deep blue sea But if I were a fish I think I’d have no chocolate milk to drink None of my favorite songs to sing No playing on a tire swing I couldn’t hug my family And I know they would surely miss me! So though a fish’s life sounds cool I’ll stick to swimming in the pool. Say it with Flowers Author unknownA rose can say I Love You, Orchids can enthrall, But a weed bouquet in a chubby fist, Oh my, that says it all! Children begin by loving their parents; as they grow older they judge them; sometimes they forgive them. ~ Oscar Wilde Hands by Grace Noll CrowellMy hand is large and his is small, And there is nothing on earth at all More important than the task That lies ahead of me, I ask For wisdom, Lord, that I may lead This child aright; his every need Depends on me. Be Thou my guide That I, in walking by his side, May choose the right paths for his feet. The days are swift, the years are fleet, Mark me alert in deed and word As we go forward, blessed Lord: His precious clinging hand in mine, With always, Lord, my hand in Thine. |
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