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Every Time I Climb a Tree
by David McCordEvery time I climb a tree
Every time I climb a tree
Every time I climb a tree
I scrape a leg
On skin a knee
And every time I climb a tree
I find some ants
Or dodge a bee
And get the ants
AH over me.
And every time I climb a tree
Where have you been?
They say to me
But don t they know that I am free
Every time I climb a tree?
For every time I climb a tree
I see a lot of things to see
Swallows, rooftops and TV
[a:]
The Telephone by Alfred H. MilesFriends a hundred miles apart Sit and chatter heart to heart, Boys and girls from school afar Speak to mother, ask papa. |
There once was a lady from Guam Who said, "Now the ocean's so calm I will swim for a lark." She encountered a shark. Let us now sing the 90th Psalm. |
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1. Balls by Alfred H. MilesAnd there are many other balls We find at pleasure's source - The croquet-ball, the hockey-ball. The skittle-ball, lacrosse, And smaller balls, the marble balls, And bearing balls, of course. The earth's a ball, on which we play. With other balls in sight, The ball of gold that plays by day, The silver ball by night. And all the stars, for what are they But balls of golden light? |
2. Doors by Carl Sandburg
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by Rudyard KiplingThe Camel's hump is an ugly lump
Which well you may see at the Zoo;
But uglier yet is the hump we get
From having too little to do.
Kiddies and grown-ups too-oo-oo,
If we haven't enough to do-oo-oo,
We get the hump -
Cameelious hump -
The hump that is black and bluel
1 get it as well as you-oo-oo-
If I haven't enough to do-oo-oo!
We all get hump -
Cameelious hump -
Kiddies and grown-ups toot
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The Early Bird
The early bird, so I have heard,
Catches the worm, and 'pon my word,
I know two chaps and yet a third
Could learn a lesson from that bird.
Hurdy-Gurdy
by Ogden Nash
Hurdy-gurdy organ-grinder
Lost his wile and couldn't find her.
He sought her late, he sought her early
With hurdy-gurdy hurly-burly,
Found her in a gingerbread house,
Waltzing with a waltzing mouse.
He locked them in his hurdy-gurdy,
Which suggested the plot of Aide to Verdi.
[i]
April
by Ted Robinson
So here we are in April, in snowy, blowy Apri,
In frowsy, blowsy April, the rowdy, dowdy time.
In soppy, sloppy April, in wheezy, breezy April,
In ringing, stinging April, with a singing swinging rhyme!
The smiling sun of April on the violets is focal,
The sudden showers of April seek the dandelions out,
The tender airs of April make the local yokel vocal,
And he raises rustic ditties with a most melodious shout.
So here we are in April, in tipsy gipsy April,
In showery, flowery April, the twinkly, sprinkly days,
In tingly, Jingly April, in highly wily April,
In mightly flightly April with its highty-tighty waysl
The duck is fond of April, and the clucking chickabiddy.
And other barnyard creatures have a try at carolling.
There's something in the air to turn a stiddy kiddy giddy,
And even I am forced to raise my croaking voice and sing.
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Grizzly Bear
by Mary Austin
If you ever, ever, ever meet a grizzly bear,
You must never, never, never ask him where
He is going,
Or what he is doing.
For if you ever, ever dare
To stop a grizzly bear,
You will never meet another grizzly bear.
Eletelephony
by Laura E. Richards
Once there was an elephant,
Who tried to use the telephant -
No! No! I mean an elephone
Who tried to use the telephone -
(Dear mel I am not certain quite
That even now I've got it right.)
Howe'er it was, he got his trunk
Entangled in the telephunk,
The more he tried to get it free,
The louder buzzed the telephee -
(I fear I'd better drop the song
Of elephop and telephong!)
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Shoes and Stockings
by A. A. Milne
There's a cavern in the mountain
where the old men meet
(Hammer, hammer, hammer...
Hammer, hammer, hammer...)
My lady is marrying her own true knight,
White her gown, and her veil is white,
But she must have slippers on her dainty feet.
Hammer, hammer, hammer...
Hammer.
There's a cottage by the river
where the old wives meet
(Chatter, chatter, chatter...)
Chatter, chatter, chatter...)
My lady is going to her own true man,
Youth to youth, since the world began,
But she must have stockings on her dainty feet.
Chatter, chatter, chatter...
Chatter.
The Washing-up Song
by Elizabeth Gould
Sing a song of washing up,
Water hot as hot.
Cups and saucers, plates and spoons,
Dishes such a lot!
Work the dish mop round and round,
Wash them clean as clean
Polish with a dry white cloth,
How busy we have been!
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A Logical Song/font>
(or the Conjurer's reason for not getting money)
I would, if I could,
If I couldn't how could I?
I couldn't, without I could, could I?
Could you, without you could, could ye?
Could ye? could ye? Could you, without you could, could ye?
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A Lazy Thought
by Eve Merriam
There go the grown-ups No wonder
To the office, Grown-ups
To the store. Won't grow up
Subway rush, Any more.
Traffic crush; It takes a lot
Hurry, scurry. Of slow
Worry, flurry. To grow,
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Dust of Snow
by Robert Frost
The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree
Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I have rued.
[ei]
The Unwinged Ones
by Ogden Nash
I don't travel on planes.
I travel on trains.
Once in a while, on trains,
I see people who travel on planes.
Every once in a while I'm surrounded
By people whose planes have been grounded
They feel that they have to explain
How they happen to be on a train.
They grumble and fume about how
They'd have been in Miami by now.
By the time that they're passing through Rahway
They should be in Havana or Norway,
And they strongly imply that perhaps,
Since they're late, the world will collapse.
Sometimes on the train I'm surrounded
By people whose planes have been grounded.
That's the trouble with trains:
When it fogs, when it smogs, when it rains,
You get people from planes.
[aI]
Dream Song
by Walter de la Mare
Sunlight, moonlight -
Twilight, starlight -
Lanternlight, taper-light,
Torchlight, no-light:
Elf-light, bat-light,
Touchwood-light, and toad-light.
And the sea ashimmering gloom of grey,
And a small face smiling
In a dream's beguiling
In a world of wonders far away.
[ɔi]
by Lewis CarrollSaid the Crab unto the
Oyster Do not loiter in this cloister,
Join me in a voyage rare,
Up into the moist salt air.
Noise and turmoil would annoy me,
Toil and trouble, too would cloy me,
Should I leave this royal cloister
Adroitly rejoined the oyster.
[au]
Primer Lesson
by Carl Sandburg
Look out how you use proud words,
When you let proud words go, it is not easy to
call them back.
They walk off proud; they can't hear you calling -
Look out how you use proud words.
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by Rudyard KipHngYes, weekly from Southhampton
Great steamers, white and gold,
Go rolling down to Rio
(Roll down-roll down to Rio!)
And I'd like to roll to Rio
Some days before I'm old!
I've never seen a Jaguar,
Nor yet an
Î dilloing in his armour,
And I s'pose I never will,
Unless I go to Rio
These wonders to behold -
Roll down-roll down to Rio -
Roll really down to Rio!
Oh, I'd love to roll to Rio
Some day before I'm old)
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Winter
by Alfred Tennyson
The frost is here,
The fuel is dear,
And woods are sear,
And fires burn clear,
And frost is here
And has bitten the heel of the going year
Bite, frost, bitel
The woods are all the searer,
The fuel is all the dearer,
The fires are all the clearer,
My spring is all the nearer.
You have bitten into the heart of the earth,
But not into mine.
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The Wind and the Moon
by George Macdonald V
Said the Wind to the Moon, "1 will blow you out, You stare In the air
Like a ghost in a chair." He blew a great blast, and the thread was gone. In the air Nowhere
Was a moonbeam bare.
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Bishop Hatto
(about rats)
by R. Southey
They are not to be told by the dozen or score,
By thousands they come, and by myriads and more,
Such numbers had never been heard of before,
Such a judgement had never been witnessed of yore.
And in at the window and in at the door,
And through the walls helter-skelter they pour,
And down from the ceiling and up through the floor,
From the right and the left, from behind and before.