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Spring
By Thomas Nash
1. Spring, the sweet Spring,
is the year’ s pleasant king;
Then blooms each thing,
then maids dance in a ring,
Cold doth not sting,
the pretty birds do sing,
Cuckoo, jug – jug, pu- we,
to – witta – woo!
2. The palm and may make country houses gay,
Lambs frisk and play, the shepherds pipe all day,
And we hear aye birds tune this merry lay,
Cuckoo, jug – jug, pu – we,
to – witta – woo!
3. The fields breathe sweet, the daisies kiss our feet,
young lovers meet,
Old wives a – sunning sit,
In every street these tunes our ears do greet,
Cuckoo, jug –jug, pu – we,
to – witta – woo! Spring! The sweet Spring!
Trees
By Joyce Kilmer
I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree;
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain,
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
A Lovely Child
Author Unknown
Wash your face and hands with care,
Change your shoes, and brush your hair;
Then so fresh, and clean and neat,
Come and take your proper seat;
Do not loiter and be late,
Making other people wait;
Do not rudely point or touch;
Do not eat and drink too much;
Finish what you have before
You even ask or send for more:
Never crumble or destroy
Food that others might enjoy;
They who idly crumbs will waste
Often want a loaf to taste!
Never spill your milk or tea,
Never rude or noisy be;
Never choose the daintiest food,
Be content with what is good:
Seek in all things that you can
To be a lovely child.
The Little Red Hen
Retold by Penryhn W.Coussens
1. A little red hen once found a grain of wheat. “Who will plant this wheat?” she said.
“I won’t,” says the dog.
“I won’t,” says the cat.
“I won’t,” says the pig.
“I won’t,” says the turkey.
“Then I will,” says the little red hen. “ Cluck! Cluck!”
2. So she planted the grain of wheat. Very soon the wheat began to grow and the green leaves came out of the ground. The sun shone and the rain fell and the wheat kept on growing until it was tall, strong, and ripe.
3. “Who will reap this wheat?” says the little red hen.
“I won’t,” says the dog.
“I won’t,” says the cat.
“I won’t,” says the pig.
“I won’t,” says the turkey.
“I will, then, ” says the little red hen. “ Cluck! Cluck!”
So she reaped the wheat.
4. “Who will thresh this wheat?” says the little red hen.
“I won’t,” says the dog.
“I won’t,” says the cat.
“I won’t,” says the pig.
“I won’t,” says the turkey.
“I will, then, ” says the little red hen. “ Cluck! Cluck!”
So she threshed the wheat.
5.”Who will take this wheat to mill to have it ground?” says the little red hen.
“I won’t,” says the dog.
“I won’t,” says the cat.
“I won’t,” says the pig.
“I won’t,” says the turkey.
“I will, then, ” says the little red hen. “ Cluck! Cluck!”
So she took the wheat to mill, and by and by she came back with the flour.
6. “Who will bake this flour?” says the little red hen.
“I won’t,” says the dog.
“I won’t,” says the cat.
“I won’t,” says the pig.
“I won’t,” says the turkey.
“I will, then, ” says the little red hen. “ Cluck! Cluck!”
So she baked the flour and made a loaf of bread.
7. “Who will eat this bread?” says the little red hen.
“I will” says the dog.
“I will” says the cat.
“I will” says the pig.
“I will” says the turkey.
“No,I will, ” says the little red hen. “ Cluck! Cluck!”
8. And she ate up the loaf of bread.
The boy and the Nuts
By Aesop
1. A little boy once found a jar of nuts on the table.
“ I would like some of these nuts, “ he thought. “ I‘m sure Mother would give them to me if she were here. I‘ll take a big handful.” So he reached into the jar and grabbed as many as he could hold.
2. But when he tried to pull his hand out, he found the neck of the jar was too small. His hand was held fast, but he did not want to drop any of the nuts.
He tried again and again, but he couldn’t get the whole handful out. At last he began to cry.
3. Just then his mother came into the room. “What’s the matter?” she asked.
“I can’t take this handful of nuts out of the jar,” sobbed the boy.
“Well, don’t be so greedy,” his mother replied.” Just take two or three, and you’ll have no trouble getting your hand out.”
“How easy that was,” said the boy as he left the table.” I might have thought of that myself.”
Five Little Chickens
Retold By Penryhn W. Coussens
1. Said the first little chicken,
With a queer little squirm,
“Oh, I wish I could find
a fat little worm!”
2. Said the next little chicken,
With an odd little shrug,
“Oh, I wish I could find
a fat little bug!”
3. Said the third little chicken,
With a sharp little squeal,
“Oh, I wish I could find
Some nice yellow meal!”
4. Said the fourth little chicken,
With a small sigh of grief,
“Oh, I wish I could find
a green little leaf!”
5. Said the fifth little chicken,
With a faint little moan,
“Oh, I wish I could find
A wee gravel – stone!”
6. “Now, see here,” said the mother,
From the green garden – patch,
“If you want any breakfast,
You must come and scratch.”
Work While You Work
Form McGuffey’s Primer
Work while you work,
Play while you play;
One thing each time,
That is the way.
All that you do,
Do with your might;
Things done by halves
Are not done right.
The Arrow and the Song
By Henry Wadsworth Longgfellow
1. I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.
2. I breathed a song into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?
3. Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.
A Speech By Chief Seattle
By Chief Seattle
1. The President in Washington sends word that he wishes to buy our land. But how can you buy or sell the sky, the land? The idea is strange to us. If we do not own the presence of the air and the sparkle of the water, how can you buy them? Every part of this earth is sacred to my people. Every shining pine needle. Every sandy shore. Every mist in the dark woods. Every meadow. Every humming insect. All are holy in the memory and experience of my people.
2. We know the sap that courses through the trees as we know the blood that courses through our veins. We are a part of the earth and it is part of us. Perfumed flowers are our sisters. The bear, the deer, the great eagle, these are our brothers. The rocky crests, the juices in the meadow, the body heat of the pony, and man, all belong to the same family. The shining water that moves in the streams and rivers is not just water but the blood of our ancestors.
3. If we sell you our land you must remember that it is sacred. Each ghostly reflection in the clear water of the lakes tells of events and memories in the life of my people. The waters’murmur is the voice of my father’s father. The rivers are our brothers. They quench our thirst. They carry our canoes and feed our children. So you must give to the rivers the kindness you would give any brother.
4. If we sell you our land, remember that the air precious to us. That the air shares its spirit with all the life that it supports. The wind that gave our grandfather his first breath also receives his last sigh. The wind also gives our children the spirit of life. So if we sell you our land, you must keep it apart and sacred as a place where man can go to taste the wind that is sweetened by the meadow flowers.
5. Will you teach your children what we have taught our children, that the earth is our mother? What befalls the earth befalls all the sons of the earth. This we know. The earth does not belong to man. Man belongs to the earth. All things are connected like the blood that unites us all. Man did not weave the web of life, he is merely a strand in it. whatever he does to the web he does to himself.
6. One thing we know, our God is also your God. The earth is precious to him. And to harm the earth is to heap contempt on its creator. Your destiny is a mystery to us. What will happen when the buffalo are all slaughtered? The wild horses tamed？What will happen when the secret corners of the forest are heavy with the scent of many men and the view of the ripe hills is blotted by talking wires? Where will the thicket be? Gone. Where will the eagle be? Gone. And what is it to say goodbye to the swift pony and the humt, the end of living and the begining of survival?
7. When the last red man has vanished with his wilderness and his memory is only the shadow of a cloud moving across the prairie, will these shores and forests still be here? Will there be any of the spirit of my people left? We love this earth as a newborn loves lts mother’s heartbeat. So if we sell you our land, love it as we have loved it. Care for it as we have cared for it. Hold in your mind the memory of the land as it is when you receive it. Preserve the land for all children, and love it as God loves us all. As we are part of the land, you too are part of the land. This earth is precious to us, it is also precious to you. One thing we know, there is only one God. No man, be he red man of white, can be apart. We are brothers, after all.
The Tortoise and the Hare
By Aesop
1. A hare once made fun of a tortoise. “What a slow way you have!” he said. “How you creep along!”
“Do I?” said the tortoise. “Try a race with me and I’ll beat you.”
“What a boaster you are,” said the hare.” But come! I will race with you. Whom shall we ask to mark off the finish line and see that the race is fair?”
“Let us ask the fox.” said the tortoise.
2. The fox was very wise and fair. He showed them where they were to start, and how far they were to run.
The tortoise lost no time. He started out at once and jogged straight on.
3. The hare leaped along swiftly for a few minutes till he had left the tortoise far behind. He knew he could reach the mard very quickly, so he lay down by the road under a shady tree and took a nap.
By and by he woke and remembered the race He sprang up and ran as fast as he could. But when he reached the mark, the tortoise was already there!
4. “Slow and steady wins the race,” said the fox..
