Five Little MonkeysPre-KFive little monkeys swinging from a treeTeasing Mr. Alligator, can’t catch me.Along came Mr. Alligator quiet as can beAnd snatched a monkey right out of the tree.Four little monkeys…Three little monkeys…Two little monkeys…One…Missed me, missed me, nah nah nah nah nah!
Who has seen the Wind?by Christina Rosetti K1Who has seen the wind?Neither I nor you;But when the leaves hang trembling,The wind is passing through.Who has seen the wind?Neither your nor I:But when the trees bow down their heads,The wind is passing by.
Deep Inside my Heart K2Deep inside my heartI’ve got this everlasting light.It’s shining like the sun,it radiates on everyone.The more that I give,the more I have to give.It’s the way that I live.It’s what I’m living for.
Cloudsby Dorothy Aldis K3If I had a spoonAs tall as the skyI’d dish out the cloudsThat go slipping by.I’d take them right in.And give them to cookAnd see if they tastedAs good as they look.
The Beech Treeby Rose Fyleman 1G1Id like to have a gardenWith a beech tree on the lawn;The little birds that lived thereWould wake me up at dawn.And in the summer weatherWhen all the leaves were green,Id sit beneath the beech boughsAnd see the sky between.
Little Seedsby Else Holmelund Minarik 1G3Little seeds we sow in springgrowing while the robins sing,give us carrots, peas and beans,tomatoes, pumpkins, squash and greens.And we pick them,one and all,through the summer,through the fall,Winter comes, then spring, and thenlittle seeds we sow again.
Calling All Readersby Laura Purdie Salas 1G4I’ll tell you a storyI’ll spin you a rhyme.I’ll spill some ideas—And we’ll travel through time.Put down the controller.Switch off the TV.Abandon the mouse andJust hang out with me.I promise adventure.Come on, take a look!On a day like today,There’s no friend like a book.
The Pastureby Robert Frost 2G1I’m going out to clean the pasture spring;I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away(And wait to watch the water clear, I may):I sha’n’t be gone long. – You come too.I’m going out to fetch the little calfThat’s standing by the mother. It’s so young,It totters when she licks it with her tongue.I sha’n’t be gone long. – You come too.
Good NightDorothy Mason Pierce 2G3On tip-toe comes the gentle darkTo help the children sleepAnd silently, in silver paths,The slumber fairies creep.Then overhead, God sees that allHis candles are a-light,And reaching loving arms to usHe bids His World Good Night
Learning Nothingby: Mattie Stepanek 2G4It’s impossibleTo learn nothing.Even when you believeYou are learning nothing.Your are actuallyStill learning something.Consider each day, each moment,Each possible lesson, carefully.It is truly impossibleTo learn nothingWhen you believe
In the Kitchenby John Cotton 3G1After the aimlessChatter of the plates,The murmurings of the gas,The chuckle of the water pipesAnd the sharp exchangesOf knives, forks and spoons,Comes the serious quiet,When the sink slowly clears its throatAnd you can hear the occasional rumbleOf the refrigerator’s tummyAs it digests the cold.
On Being a Championby Mattie Stepanek 3G2A champion is a winner,A hero…Someone who never gives upEven when the going gets rough.A champion is a member ofA winning team…Someone who overcomes challengesEven when it requires creative solutionsA champion is an optimist,A hopeful spirit..Someone who plays the game,Even when the game is called life..Especially when the game is called life.There can be a champion in each of us,If we live as a winner,If we live as a member of the team,If we live with a hopeful spirit,For life.
Sound 3G3Pssst!Have you heard what’s going round?Sound!Do you know how sound behaves?It travels in invisible waves.How do you know the waves arethere?They vibrate through the air.When the waves reach our ear,Sound is what we hear!Pssst!
Words Are OursMichael Rosen 4G1In the beginning was thewordand the word is ours:the names of places,the names of flowers,the names of names,words are ours.Page-turnersfor early-learnersHow to boil an eggor mend a legWords are ours
Wall-chartsLove heartsSports reportsShort retortsJam-jar labelsTimetablesWords are oursFollowing the instructionsfor furniture constructionsAncient mythologiesOnline anthologiesWho she wrote forWho to vote forJoke collectionsResults of electionsWords are ours
The tales got you grippedHave you learned your script?The method of an ExperimentIngredients for merrimentW8n 4ur txtRe: whts nxtPrint mediaWikipediaWords are oursSub-titles on TVDetails on your cvBook of great speechesGuide to the best beachesLooking for chapterson velociraptorsWords are ours
The mystery of historyThe history of mysteryThe views of newsThe news of viewsWords to explainthe words for pain.doing geographyAutobiographyWhat to do in pay-phonesGoodbyes on gravestonesWords are ours.
I Know You Wont Believe Meby Jack Prelutsky 4G3I know you wont believe me, it must sound strange to you,but, teacher, what Im saying is absolutely true.I worked on my assignment, it took me half the night.I answered every question, and think I got some right.As soon as I was finished, I left it on my chair,but when I woke this morning, my homework wasnt there.My sister hadnt taken it, she told me I was weird.My mother simply shrugged to hear that it had disappeared.I rummaged through the closets, the kitchen, and the den,expecting that my homework would soon be seen again.But when I saw the ashes, you should have heard me shriek-My dragon burned my homework, just like he did last week!
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Eveningby Robert Frost 4G4Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village, though;He will not see me stopping hereTo watch his woods fill up with snow.My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse nearBetween the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of the year.He gives his harness bells a shakeTo ask if there is some mistake.The only other sounds the sweepOf easy wind and downy flake.The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,But I have promises to keep,And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep.
Mother to Sonby Langston Hughes 5G1Well, son, I’ll tell you:Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.It’s had tacks in it,And splinters,And boards torn up,And places with no carpet on the floor—Bare.But all the timeI’se been a-climbin’ on,And reachin’ landin’sAnd turnin’ corners,And sometimes goin’ in the darkWhere there ain’t been no light.So, boy, don’t you turn back.Don’t you set down on the steps.‘Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.Don’t you fall now—For I’se still climbin’,And life for me ain’t been no crystal chair.
The Mother of the Movement (for Rosa Parks)By Carole Boston Weatherford 5G2The sewing machine hums as Rosa hemsa ball gown; last task before quitting time.Downtown twinkles with Christmas lights.She boards the bus, takes the first rear seatand sighs, hoping she can stay put.Segregation is a stubborn old mule,but Rosa stands firm, too. This ride home,she is not budging for Jim Crow,not giving up her seat to any white man;law or no law. Facing handcuffs, Rosa slidesher small hands out of a woolen muff,wraps her slim fingers around a plow,and gives that mule a slap. In the soilof her heart, the movement takes root,seeds of change blossom, then bear fruit.
Hopeby Emily Dickinson 5G3“Hope” is the thing with feathers—That perches in the soul—And sings the tune without the words—And never stops-- at all—And sweetest—in the Gale—is heard—And sore must be the storm—That could abash the little Bird—That kept so many warm—I’ve heard it in the chillest land—And on the strangest Sea—Yet, never, in Extremity,It asked a crumb—of Me.