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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”
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Through Someone Else’s Eyes
Yesterday a butterfly
Came floating gently through the sky.
He soared up through the atmosphere
Then drifted close enough to hear.
I said, “I’d love to fly with you
And sail around the way you do.
It looks like it would be such fun
To fly up toward the summer Sun.
But I have not your graceful charm.
I haven’t wings, just these two arms.
I’ve been designed to walk around.
My human feet must touch the ground.”
Then magically he spoke to me
And told me what his wish would be.
He said, “What I’d love most to do
Is walk upon God’s Earth with you,
To squish its mud between my toes
Or touch my finger to my nose.
I’d love just once to walk around
With human feet to touch the ground,
But I have not two legs that swing,
I haven’t arms, just these two wings.”
And so we went our separate ways
In wonder and surprise.
For we’d both seen God’s precious gifts
Through someone else’s eyes.
By Author Unknown
Yesterday a butterfly
Came floating gently through the sky.
He soared up through the atmosphere
Then drifted close enough to hear.
I said, “I’d love to fly with you
And sail around the way you do.
It looks like it would be such fun
To fly up toward the summer Sun.
But I have not your graceful charm.
I haven’t wings, just these two arms.
I’ve been designed to walk around.
My human feet must touch the ground.”
Then magically he spoke to me
And told me what his wish would be.
He said, “What I’d love most to do
Is walk upon God’s Earth with you,
To squish its mud between my toes
Or touch my finger to my nose.
I’d love just once to walk around
With human feet to touch the ground,
But I have not two legs that swing,
I haven’t arms, just these two wings.”
And so we went our separate ways
In wonder and surprise.
For we’d both seen God’s precious gifts
Through someone else’s eyes.
By Author Unknown
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Twelve Things Your Dog Can Teach You
1. When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
2. Allow the feel of fresh air and wind in your face to be pure joy.
3. Let others know when they have invaded your territory.
4. Take naps and stretch before rising.
5. On a hot day, drink lots of water and lay under a shady tree.
6. When you are happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
7. No matter how often you are scolded, do not buy into the guilt thing and pout . . . run right back out and make friends.
8. Delight in the simple joy of a long walk or run.
9. Eat with gusto and enthusiasm. Stop when you have had enough.
10. Be loyal.
11. Never pretend to be something you are not.
12. If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
By Author Unknown
1. When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
2. Allow the feel of fresh air and wind in your face to be pure joy.
3. Let others know when they have invaded your territory.
4. Take naps and stretch before rising.
5. On a hot day, drink lots of water and lay under a shady tree.
6. When you are happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
7. No matter how often you are scolded, do not buy into the guilt thing and pout . . . run right back out and make friends.
8. Delight in the simple joy of a long walk or run.
9. Eat with gusto and enthusiasm. Stop when you have had enough.
10. Be loyal.
11. Never pretend to be something you are not.
12. If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
By Author Unknown
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I Am Home
“I am home,” said the turtle, as it pulled in its head
And its feet, and its tail. “I am home, and in bed.”
“No matter what inches and inches I roam,
When the long day is done, I am always at home.
“I may go whole feet . . . even yards . . . in a day,
But I never get lost, for I’m never away
“From my snug little house and my snug little bed.
Try being a turtle! - That’s using your head!
“You can go on forever, no matter how far,
And whatever you need is wherever you are!”
(“Is there one thing I miss when I’m snuggled in tight?
Yes: there’s no room for someone to kiss me good night.”)
By John Ciardi
John Anthony Ciardi was born on 24 June 1916 in Boston, Massachusetts, United States of America. He became a teacher, a poet, a translator, and an etymologist. While primarily known as a poet, he also translated “Dante’s Divine Comedy,” wrote several volumes of children’s poetry, pursued etymology, contributed to the “Saturday Review” as a columnist and long-time poetry editor, and directed the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference in Vermont. In 1959, Mr. Ciardi published a book on how to read, write, and teach poetry, titled “How Does a Poem Mean?” which has proven to be among the most-used books of its kind. At the peak of his popularity in the early 1960’s, Mr. Ciardi also had a network television program on CBS, called “Accent.” John Anthony Ciardi passed on at 69 years of age on 30 March 1986 in Metuchen, New Jersey, United States of America.
“I am home,” said the turtle, as it pulled in its head
And its feet, and its tail. “I am home, and in bed.”
“No matter what inches and inches I roam,
When the long day is done, I am always at home.
“I may go whole feet . . . even yards . . . in a day,
But I never get lost, for I’m never away
“From my snug little house and my snug little bed.
Try being a turtle! - That’s using your head!
“You can go on forever, no matter how far,
And whatever you need is wherever you are!”
(“Is there one thing I miss when I’m snuggled in tight?
Yes: there’s no room for someone to kiss me good night.”)
By John Ciardi
John Anthony Ciardi was born on 24 June 1916 in Boston, Massachusetts, United States of America. He became a teacher, a poet, a translator, and an etymologist. While primarily known as a poet, he also translated “Dante’s Divine Comedy,” wrote several volumes of children’s poetry, pursued etymology, contributed to the “Saturday Review” as a columnist and long-time poetry editor, and directed the Bread Loaf Writers’ Conference in Vermont. In 1959, Mr. Ciardi published a book on how to read, write, and teach poetry, titled “How Does a Poem Mean?” which has proven to be among the most-used books of its kind. At the peak of his popularity in the early 1960’s, Mr. Ciardi also had a network television program on CBS, called “Accent.” John Anthony Ciardi passed on at 69 years of age on 30 March 1986 in Metuchen, New Jersey, United States of America.
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Kitty Tea Time
“Meow,” said kitty;
“Please, may I stay
To afternoon tea,
Just for today?”
“Kitty cat, kitty cat,
What can I do?
There’s no cup and saucer,
There’s no tea for you.”
“Meow,” said the kitty;
“Meow,” said she.
“I don’t need a cup,
I never take tea;
Some milk in a saucer,
Is better for me.”
By Author Unknown
“Meow,” said kitty;
“Please, may I stay
To afternoon tea,
Just for today?”
“Kitty cat, kitty cat,
What can I do?
There’s no cup and saucer,
There’s no tea for you.”
“Meow,” said the kitty;
“Meow,” said she.
“I don’t need a cup,
I never take tea;
Some milk in a saucer,
Is better for me.”
By Author Unknown
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Fish
How I wish
I were a fish!
My day would begin
Flapping my fins.
I’d make a commotion
Out in the ocean.
It would be cool
To swim in a school.
In the sea,
I’d move so free,
With just one thought,
Don’t get caught.
By Author Unknown
How I wish
I were a fish!
My day would begin
Flapping my fins.
I’d make a commotion
Out in the ocean.
It would be cool
To swim in a school.
In the sea,
I’d move so free,
With just one thought,
Don’t get caught.
By Author Unknown
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Busy Bee
Oh, say, busy bee,
Where now are you going?
Where now are you going,
To work or to play?
I’m bound for the garden
Where roses are blooming
For I must be making
Sweet honey today.
By Author Unknown
Oh, say, busy bee,
Where now are you going?
Where now are you going,
To work or to play?
I’m bound for the garden
Where roses are blooming
For I must be making
Sweet honey today.
By Author Unknown
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The Oracular Owl
The oracular owl
Is a very wise fowl.
He sits on a limb by night and by day,
And an eager assembly waits on him
To listen to what the wise bird may say.
I heard him discourse in the following way:
“The sun soon will set in the west.”
“’Twill be fair if the sky is not cloudy.”
“If a hundred are good only one can be best.”
“No gentleman’s ever a rowdy.”
“Ah! ah!” cry the birds. “What a marvelous fowl!
Oh, who could excel this oracular owl?”
By Author Unknown
The oracular owl
Is a very wise fowl.
He sits on a limb by night and by day,
And an eager assembly waits on him
To listen to what the wise bird may say.
I heard him discourse in the following way:
“The sun soon will set in the west.”
“’Twill be fair if the sky is not cloudy.”
“If a hundred are good only one can be best.”
“No gentleman’s ever a rowdy.”
“Ah! ah!” cry the birds. “What a marvelous fowl!
Oh, who could excel this oracular owl?”
By Author Unknown
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Ladybug, Ladybug
Down in the hollow,
Not so far away
I saw some little Ladybugs
When I went to play.
Swinging in the Clover,
Up in the air
I wonder if the Ladybugs
Knew I was there.
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.
Down in the hollow,
Not so far away
I saw some little Ladybugs
When I went to play.
Swinging in the Clover,
Up in the air
I wonder if the Ladybugs
Knew I was there.
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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What I Learned From A Cow
Would you believe it - everything I need to know about life I learned from a cow!
Get a good night’s sleep and you will wake up in a butter moo-d the following day.
Don’t cry over spilled milk.
When chewing your cud, remember, there is no fat, no calories, no cholesterol, and no taste!
The grass is not always greener on the other side of the fence, especially if they do not water it over there.
Turn the udder cheek and moo-ve on.
Seize every opportunity and milk it for all it’s worth!
It’s better to be seen and not herd.
Honor thy fodder and thy mother and all your udder relatives.
Always let them know who’s bossy!
Black-and-white, tawny, or red - whatever your color, it is always an appropriate fashion statement.
Keep moving forward in life - because it’s hard to back up when you weigh between 180 and 720 kilograms (400 and 1,600 pounds).
Don’t forget to cow-nt your blessings every day.
A single “Moo!” says it all.
Can you add to this list?
By Author Unknown
Would you believe it - everything I need to know about life I learned from a cow!
Get a good night’s sleep and you will wake up in a butter moo-d the following day.
Don’t cry over spilled milk.
When chewing your cud, remember, there is no fat, no calories, no cholesterol, and no taste!
The grass is not always greener on the other side of the fence, especially if they do not water it over there.
Turn the udder cheek and moo-ve on.
Seize every opportunity and milk it for all it’s worth!
It’s better to be seen and not herd.
Honor thy fodder and thy mother and all your udder relatives.
Always let them know who’s bossy!
Black-and-white, tawny, or red - whatever your color, it is always an appropriate fashion statement.
Keep moving forward in life - because it’s hard to back up when you weigh between 180 and 720 kilograms (400 and 1,600 pounds).
Don’t forget to cow-nt your blessings every day.
A single “Moo!” says it all.
Can you add to this list?
By Author Unknown
