Rush, rush, rush, rush,
Do we have to go so fast?
In a hurry, in a hurry,
Does it matter if we’re last?
Quick, quick, quick, quick,
My forehead and my ankles ache.
Speedy, speedy, speedy, speedy,
Can’t we stop and have a break?
Run, run, run, run,
We can catch another bus.
Purr, puff, puff, puff,
No breath left at all in us.
Slow, slow, slow, slow,
Things to look at while we wait.
Chat, chat, chat, chat,
It’s much nicer being late.
Take a Poem
Why not take a poem
Wherever you go?
pop it in your pocket
nobody will know
Or take it to your classroom
stick it on the wall
tell them all about it
read it in the hall
Take it to the bathroom
tuck it up in bed
take the time to learn it
keep it in your head
Take it for a day trip
take it on a train
fold it as a hat
when it starts to rain
Take it to a river
fold it as a boat
pop it in the water
hope that it will float
Take it to a hilltop
fold it as a plane
throw it up skywards
time and time again
Take it to a postbox
send it anywhere
out into the world
In the middle
is the Sun,
Then comes Mercury
Venus next is number two,
and then a planet spinning blue:
The Earth, our home,
is number three.
Look through the stars,
what do we see?
Red desert Mars
is number four
Of all the planets,
then there’s more.
Jupiter is number five
after that we will arrive
At Saturn’s rings
for number six.
we quickly slip
To Uranus at number seven
out there in the misty heaven.
Then Neptune waits
at number eight:
So all the planets make a line
and Pluto’s last at number nine!
The Paint Box
E V Rieu
“Cobalt and umber and ultramarine,
Ivory black and emerald green —
What shall I paint to give pleasure to you?”
“Paint for me somebody utterly new.”
“I have painted you tigers in crimson and white.”
“The colours were good and you painted aright.”
“I have painted the cook and camel in blue
And a panther in purple.” “You painted them true.
“Now mix me a colour that nobody knows,
And paint me a country where nobody goes,
And put in it people a little like you,
Watching a unicorn drinking the dew.”
The Owl and the Astronaut
The owl and the astronaut
sailed through space
In their intergalactic ship
They kept hunger at bay
With three pills a day
And drank through a protein drip.
The owl dreamed of mince
And slices of quince
And remarked how life had gone flat;
‘It may be all right
To fly faster than light
But I preferred the boat and the cat.’
The Owl and the Pussycat
The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money,
Wrapped up in a five pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
‘O lovely Pussy! O Pussy my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
What a beautiful Pussy you are!’
Pussy said to the Owl, ‘You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?’
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose,
With a ring at the end of his nose.
‘Dear pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?’ Said the Piggy, ‘I will.’
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
April Rain Song
Let the rain kiss you.
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops.
Let the rain sing you a lullaby.
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk.
The rain makes running pools in the gutter.
The rain plays a little sleep-song on our roof at night –
And I love the rain.
Loveliest of Trees
Loveliest of trees, the cherry now
Is hung with bloom along the bough,
And stands about the woodland ride
Wearing white for Eastertide.
Now, of my three score years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It only leaves me fifty more.
And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.