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Two Dogs
The dog next door is a stylish dog,
his pedigree runs a mile.
Our dog is only a pup who shows
his tongue in a cheery smile.
The dog next door has a funny tail,
he carries it like a flag.
Our dog has only a two-inch stub,
but whistle, and see it wag!
The dog next door doesn’t like to play,
he’s rather afraid of noise.
Our dog is always the friendly sort,
to romp with a crowd of boys.
Our dog’s old collar is frayed and worn,
his leash is a piece of twine.
The stylish dog is the neighbor’s dog,
but our little dog is mine!
By Author Unknown
The dog next door is a stylish dog,
his pedigree runs a mile.
Our dog is only a pup who shows
his tongue in a cheery smile.
The dog next door has a funny tail,
he carries it like a flag.
Our dog has only a two-inch stub,
but whistle, and see it wag!
The dog next door doesn’t like to play,
he’s rather afraid of noise.
Our dog is always the friendly sort,
to romp with a crowd of boys.
Our dog’s old collar is frayed and worn,
his leash is a piece of twine.
The stylish dog is the neighbor’s dog,
but our little dog is mine!
By Author Unknown
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Busy
Busy, busy, busy, busy,
Busy little squirrel -
Running, running, jumping,
In a dizzy whirl.
Stopping now and then to eat
A tasty little acorn treat -
Busy, busy, busy, busy,
Busy little squirrel.
By Phyllis Halloran
Busy, busy, busy, busy,
Busy little squirrel -
Running, running, jumping,
In a dizzy whirl.
Stopping now and then to eat
A tasty little acorn treat -
Busy, busy, busy, busy,
Busy little squirrel.
By Phyllis Halloran
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Robin
I wonder how
A robin hears.
Although I’ve never
Seen his ears;
I’ve seen him stop,
And cock his head,
And pull a worm
Right out of bed.
By Aileen Fisher
Aileen Lucia Fisher was born on 9 September 1906 in Iron River, Michigan, United States of America. She was a writer of poetry, children’s books, biographies, plays, and magazine articles. Aileen Lucia Fisher passed on at 96 years of age on 2 December 2002 in Boulder, Colorado, United States of America.
I wonder how
A robin hears.
Although I’ve never
Seen his ears;
I’ve seen him stop,
And cock his head,
And pull a worm
Right out of bed.
By Aileen Fisher
Aileen Lucia Fisher was born on 9 September 1906 in Iron River, Michigan, United States of America. She was a writer of poetry, children’s books, biographies, plays, and magazine articles. Aileen Lucia Fisher passed on at 96 years of age on 2 December 2002 in Boulder, Colorado, United States of America.
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Mrs. Potter, The Otter
Down by the river, there lived an otter,
Who was known as Mrs. Potter.
Every day she looked for eels,
And cooked them for her husband’s meals.
One day he said, “I’m tired of this,
Can’t you find another dish?”
So off she went and did not stop,
Until she found a sweetie shop.
In she went, and gave her money,
To the man who thought it funny.
“Goodness me! Are you an otter?”
“Yes,” she said, “I’m Mrs. Potter.”
Home she ran with bags of sweets,
To give her husband lots of treats.
He ate them all, and did not stop,
Till he was filled from toe to top.
By Author Unknown
Down by the river, there lived an otter,
Who was known as Mrs. Potter.
Every day she looked for eels,
And cooked them for her husband’s meals.
One day he said, “I’m tired of this,
Can’t you find another dish?”
So off she went and did not stop,
Until she found a sweetie shop.
In she went, and gave her money,
To the man who thought it funny.
“Goodness me! Are you an otter?”
“Yes,” she said, “I’m Mrs. Potter.”
Home she ran with bags of sweets,
To give her husband lots of treats.
He ate them all, and did not stop,
Till he was filled from toe to top.
By Author Unknown
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The Rabbit
Brown bunny sits inside his burrow
Till everything is still,
Then out he slips along the furrow,
Or up the grassy hill.
He nibbles all about the bushes,
Or sits to wash his face,
But at a sound he stamps, and rushes
At a surprising pace.
You see some little streaks and flashes,
A last sharp twink of white,
And down his hidy-hole he dashes
And disappears from sight.
By Edith King
Brown bunny sits inside his burrow
Till everything is still,
Then out he slips along the furrow,
Or up the grassy hill.
He nibbles all about the bushes,
Or sits to wash his face,
But at a sound he stamps, and rushes
At a surprising pace.
You see some little streaks and flashes,
A last sharp twink of white,
And down his hidy-hole he dashes
And disappears from sight.
By Edith King
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Lucky Duck
Oh wasn’t it a bit of luck
That I was born a baby duck
With yellow socks and yellow shoes
And I may go wherever I choose?
Quack quack, quack quack,
Quack quack, quack quack!
By Author Unknown
Oh wasn’t it a bit of luck
That I was born a baby duck
With yellow socks and yellow shoes
And I may go wherever I choose?
Quack quack, quack quack,
Quack quack, quack quack!
By Author Unknown
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I’m A Little Penguin
I’m a little penguin,
Black and white,
Short and wobbly,
An adorable sight.
I can’t fly at all,
But I love to swim,
So I’ll waddle to the water,
And dive right in!
By Author Unknown: can be sung to the same tune as that of, “I’m a Little Teapot”
I’m a little penguin,
Black and white,
Short and wobbly,
An adorable sight.
I can’t fly at all,
But I love to swim,
So I’ll waddle to the water,
And dive right in!
By Author Unknown: can be sung to the same tune as that of, “I’m a Little Teapot”
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My Puppy
It’s funny,
my puppy
knows just how I feel.
When I’m happy,
he’s yappy
and squirms like an eel.
When I’m grumpy,
he’s slumpy
and stays by my heel.
It’s funny,
my puppy
knows such a great deal.
By Aileen Fisher
Aileen Lucia Fisher was born on 9 September 1906 in Iron River, Michigan, United States of America. She became a writer of poetry, children’s books, biographies, plays, and magazine articles. Aileen Lucia Fisher passed on at 96 years of age on 2 December 2002 in Boulder, Colorado, United States of America.
It’s funny,
my puppy
knows just how I feel.
When I’m happy,
he’s yappy
and squirms like an eel.
When I’m grumpy,
he’s slumpy
and stays by my heel.
It’s funny,
my puppy
knows such a great deal.
By Aileen Fisher
Aileen Lucia Fisher was born on 9 September 1906 in Iron River, Michigan, United States of America. She became a writer of poetry, children’s books, biographies, plays, and magazine articles. Aileen Lucia Fisher passed on at 96 years of age on 2 December 2002 in Boulder, Colorado, United States of America.
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Wouldn’t It Be Funny
Now, wouldn’t it be funny
If the creatures in the Zoo
Were all let out to walk about
And look at me and you?
And wouldn’t it be funny
If they put us in the cages,
And Kangaroos and Cockatoos
Came guessing at our ages?
And wouldn’t it be funny
If the Hip-po-pot-amus
Said, “Don’t go near, I really fear
They’re very dangerous.”
By Pixie O’Harris
Pixie O’Harris was born as Rhona Olive Harris on 15 October 1903 in Cardiff, South Glamorgan, Wales. She was married to Bruce Waddell Fieldew Pratt (1902 - 1989) in 1929. She became a short story writer, an illustrator, a poet, and a broadcaster. Pixie O’Harris passed on at 88 years of age on 17 November 1991 in Lindfield, Sydney, Australia.
Now, wouldn’t it be funny
If the creatures in the Zoo
Were all let out to walk about
And look at me and you?
And wouldn’t it be funny
If they put us in the cages,
And Kangaroos and Cockatoos
Came guessing at our ages?
And wouldn’t it be funny
If the Hip-po-pot-amus
Said, “Don’t go near, I really fear
They’re very dangerous.”
By Pixie O’Harris
Pixie O’Harris was born as Rhona Olive Harris on 15 October 1903 in Cardiff, South Glamorgan, Wales. She was married to Bruce Waddell Fieldew Pratt (1902 - 1989) in 1929. She became a short story writer, an illustrator, a poet, and a broadcaster. Pixie O’Harris passed on at 88 years of age on 17 November 1991 in Lindfield, Sydney, Australia.
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I’m A Turtle
I’m a little turtle,
I crawl so slow,
And carry my house
Wherever I go.
When I get tired
I pull in my head,
My legs and my tail,
And go to bed!
By Author Unknown: can be sung to the same tune as that of “I’m A Little Tea Pot”
I’m a little turtle,
I crawl so slow,
And carry my house
Wherever I go.
When I get tired
I pull in my head,
My legs and my tail,
And go to bed!
By Author Unknown: can be sung to the same tune as that of “I’m A Little Tea Pot”
