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The Question
People always say to me
“What do you think you’d like to be
When you grow up?”
And, I say, “Why,
I think I’d like to be the sky
Or a plane or train or mouse
Or maybe be a haunted house
Or something furry, rough and wild . . .
Or maybe I will stay a child.”
by Karla Kuskin
Karla Kuskin, who sometimes wrote under the pseudonym Nicholas J. Charles, was born as Karla Seidman on 17 July 1932 in New York City, New York, United States of America. She became a writer, a poet, and an illustrator of children’s literature. Karla Kuskin passed on at 77 years of age on 20 August 2009 in Seattle, Washington, United States of America.
People always say to me
“What do you think you’d like to be
When you grow up?”
And, I say, “Why,
I think I’d like to be the sky
Or a plane or train or mouse
Or maybe be a haunted house
Or something furry, rough and wild . . .
Or maybe I will stay a child.”
by Karla Kuskin
Karla Kuskin, who sometimes wrote under the pseudonym Nicholas J. Charles, was born as Karla Seidman on 17 July 1932 in New York City, New York, United States of America. She became a writer, a poet, and an illustrator of children’s literature. Karla Kuskin passed on at 77 years of age on 20 August 2009 in Seattle, Washington, United States of America.
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Back to School
Today I hurry off to school,
To work and learn and play,
I’m in a brand new grade this year,
What a happy day!
by Starlette Howard
Today I hurry off to school,
To work and learn and play,
I’m in a brand new grade this year,
What a happy day!
by Starlette Howard
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Swimming
When all the days are hot and long
And robin bird has ceased his song,
I go swimming every day
And have the finest kind of play.
I’ve learned to dive and I can float
As easily as does a boat;
I splash and plunge and laugh and shout
Till Daddy tells me to come out.
It’s much too soon; I’d like to cry
For I can see the ducks go by,
And Daddy Duck - how I love him -
He lets his children swim and swim!
I feel that I would be in luck
If I could only be a duck!
by Clinton Scollard
Clinton Scollard was born on 18 September 1860 in Fayetteville, New York, United States of America. He was married to Jessie Belle Rittenhouse on 20 March 1924. He became a poet, a fiction writer, and a college professor. Clinton Scollard passed on at 72 years of age on 19 November 1932.
When all the days are hot and long
And robin bird has ceased his song,
I go swimming every day
And have the finest kind of play.
I’ve learned to dive and I can float
As easily as does a boat;
I splash and plunge and laugh and shout
Till Daddy tells me to come out.
It’s much too soon; I’d like to cry
For I can see the ducks go by,
And Daddy Duck - how I love him -
He lets his children swim and swim!
I feel that I would be in luck
If I could only be a duck!
by Clinton Scollard
Clinton Scollard was born on 18 September 1860 in Fayetteville, New York, United States of America. He was married to Jessie Belle Rittenhouse on 20 March 1924. He became a poet, a fiction writer, and a college professor. Clinton Scollard passed on at 72 years of age on 19 November 1932.
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Vanilla Please
I really do like ice cream -
All kinds, like peach and cherry,
Tutti-frutti, caramel,
Chocolate and strawberry.
But Mommy says on special days
When I’m dressed up in frills
That I must choose vanilla -
Just in case of spills.
by Patricia White
I really do like ice cream -
All kinds, like peach and cherry,
Tutti-frutti, caramel,
Chocolate and strawberry.
But Mommy says on special days
When I’m dressed up in frills
That I must choose vanilla -
Just in case of spills.
by Patricia White
