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Whole duty of children

School’s out

(William Henry Davies)

Girls scream,

Boys shout;

Dogs bark,

School’s out.

Cats run,

Horses shout;

Into trees

Birds fly.

***

(Ogden Nash)

Boys and girls,

Come out to play,

The moon is shining

Bright as day.

If the moon is shining

Bright as day,

We think that we’ll

Stay in and play.

If I were a bird

(Edith Segal)

If I were a bird,

I wouldn’t like to be

In a little cage

Where I couldn’t be free.

I’d want to spread

My wings and fly

Over the tree-tops

And into the sky.

I’d visit my friends

Who life very far,

Then I’d fly up high

And sit on a star.

A boy’s song

(James Hogg)

Where the pools are brights and deep,

Where the grey trout lies asleep,

Up the river and over the lea –

That’s the way for Billy and me.

Where the blackbird sings the latest,

Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest,

Where the nestlings chirp and flee,

That’s the way for Billy and me.

Where the mowers mow the cleanest,

Where the hay lies thick and greenest,

There to trace the homeward bee,

That’s the way for Billy and me.

Where the hazel bank is steepest,

Where the shadow falls the deepest,

Where the clustering nuts fall free,

That’s the way for Billy and me.

***

(Ogden Nash)

In Baltimore there lived a boy.

He wasn’t anybody’s joy.

Although his name was Jabez Dawes,

His character was full of flaws.

In school he never led his classes,

He hid old ladies’ reading glasses,

His mouth was open when he chewed,

And elbows on the table glued.

He stole the milk of hungry kittens,

And walked through doors marked

No Admittance.

He said he acted thus because

There wasn’t any Santa Claus.

Another trick that tickled Jabez

Was crying “Boo!” at little babies.

He brushed his teeth they said in town,

Sideways instead of up and down.

Alone

(Edgar Allan Poe)

From childhood’s hour I have not been

As others were; I have not seen

As others saw; I could not bring

My passions from a common spring.

From the same source I have not taken

My sorrow; I could not awaken

My heart to joy at the same tone;

And all I loved, I loved alone.

Children

(Henry W. Longfellow)

Come to me, 0 ye children!

For I hear you at your play,

And the questions that perplexed me

Have vanished quite away.

Ye open the eastern windows,

That look towards the sun,

Where thoughts are singing swallows,

And the brooks of morning run.

In your hearts are the birds and the sunshine,

In your thoughts the brooklet’s flow;

But in mine is the wind of Autumn

And the first fall of the snow.

Ah! what would the world be to us

If the children were no more?

We should dread the desert behind us

Worse than the dark before.

What the leaves are to the forest,

With light and air for food,

Ere their sweet and tender juices

Have been hardened into wood,—

That to the world are children;

Through them it feels the glow

Of a brighter and sunnier climate

Than reaches the trunks below.

Come to me, 0 ye children!

And whisper in my ear

What the birds and the winds are singing

In your sunny atmosphere.

For what are all our contrivings,

And the wisdom of our books,

When compared with your caresses,

And the gladness of your looks?

Ye are better than all the ballads

That ever were sung or said;

For ye are living poems,

And all the rest are dead.

The Cat Sat on the Mat

(Eve Merriam)

Did you ever know a cat

That sat on a mat?

The cats I have seen

Don't sit and preen.

They frisk and they tease,

They scramble up trees,

They tickle my knees,

They tangle in string,

They pounce and they spring,

They howl, yowl, and quiver,

And gobble up liver.

Poem

(Unknown)

I loved my friend.

He went away from me.

There's nothing more to say.

The poem ends,

Soft as it began —

I loved my friend.

Sally in Our Alley

(Henry Carey)

Of all the girls that are so smart,

There’s none like pretty Sally;

She is the darling of my heart,

And she lives in our alley.

There’s ne’er a lady in the land,

That’s half as sweet as Sally;

She is the darling of my heart,

And she lives in our alley.

Of all the days that’s in the week,

I dearly love but one day,

And that’s the day that comes betwixt

A Saturday and Monday;

For then I’m drest in all my best,

To walk abroad with Sally;

She is the darling of my heart,

And she lives in our alley.

Goldenhair

(James Joyce)

Lean out of the window,

Goldenhair,

I heard you singing

A merry air.

My book is closed;

I read no more,

Watching the fire dance

On the floor.

I have left my book,

I have left my room,

For I heard you singing

Through the gloom.

Singing and singing

A merry air,

Lean out of the window,

Goldenhair.

Dreams

(Langston Hughes)

Hold fast to dreams

For if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird

That cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams

For when dreams go

Life is a barren field

Frozen with snow.

Leisure

(W. H. Davies)

What is this life if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare?

No time to stand beneath the boughs

And stare as long as sheep or cows:

No time to see, when woods we pass,

Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass:

No time to see, in broad daylight,

Streams full of stars, like skies at night:

No time to turn at Beauty’s glance,

And watch her feet, how they can dance:

No time to wait till her mouth can

Enrich that smile her eyes began?

A poor life this if, full of care,

We have no time to stand and stare.

Young and Old

(Charles Kingsley)

When all the world is young, lad,

And all the trees are green;

And every goose a swan, lad,

And every lass a queen;

Then hey for boot and horse, lad,

And round the world away;

Young blood must have its course, lad,

And every dog his day.

When all the world is old, lad,

And all the trees are brown;

And all the sport is stale, lad,

And all the wheels run down;

Creep home, and take your place there,

The spent and maimed among:

God grant you find one face there,

You loved when all was young.

Twelve Easy Lessons

(Sheila Pritchard)

Here am I learning First-Aid:

Learning to bandage with care.

Eyes on the book, I’m afraid,

Knotting that bandage affair.

Learning to bandage with care,

Daily I practice the art,

Knotting that bandage affair,

Patiently pull it apart.

Daily I practice the art,

Tying a fracture in splints,

Patiently pull it apart,

Watching the textbook for hints.

Sounds and Letters

(Unknown)

When the English tongue we speak,

Why is “break” not rhymed with “weak”?

Will you tell me why it’s true,

We say “sew”, but likewise “few”?

And the maker of a verse

Can’t rhyme his “horse” and “worse”.

“Beard” sounds not the same as “heard”,

“Cord” is different from a “word”.

“Cow” is “cow”, hut “low” is “low”,

“Shoe” is never rhymed with “toe”.

Wherefore “done”, but “gone” and “lone”,

Is there any reason known?

And in short it seems to me

Sounds and letters disagree.

Grammar in Bhyme

(Unknown)

Three little words you often see,

Are Articles A, An and The.

A noun is the name of anything,

As School, or Garden, Hoop, or Swing.

Adjectives tell the kind of Noun,

As Great, Small, Pretty, White, or Brown.

Instead of Nouns the Pronouns stand,

Her head, His face, Your arm, My hand.

Verbs tell of something being done —

To Read, Count, Laugh, Sing, Jump, or Run.

How things are done the Adverbs tell,

As Slowly, Quickly, 111, or Well.

Conjunctions join the words together —

As men And women, wind And weather.

The Preposition stands before

A noun, as In or Through a door.

The Interjection shows surprise,

As Oh! how pretty! Ah! how wise!

The whole are called nine parts of speech

Which reading, writing, speaking teach.

Dictionary

(William Jay Smith)

A Dictionary’s where you can look things up

To see if they’re really there:

To see if what you breathe is Air,

If what you sit on is a Chair,

If what you comb is curly Hair,

If what you drink from is a Cup.

A Dictionary’s where you can look things up

To see if they’re really there.

Robert Louis Stevenson:

Whole duty of children

A child should always say what's true

And speak when he is spoken to,

And behave mannerly at table;

At least as far as he is able.

Travel

I should like to rise and go

Where the golden apples grow; -

Where below another sky

Parrot islands anchored lie,

And, watched by cockatoos and goats,

Lonely Crusoes building boats; -

Where in sunshine reaching out

Eastern cities, miles about,

Are with mosque and minaret

Among sandy gardens set,

And the rich goods from near and far

Hang for sale in the bazaar; -

Where the Great Wall round China goes,

And on one side the desert blows,

And with bell and voice and drum,

Cities on the other hum; -

Where are forests, hot as fire,

Wide as England, tall as a spire,

Full of apes and cocoa-nuts

And the negro hunters' huts; -

Where the knotty crocodile

Lies and blinks in the Nile,

And the red flamingo flies

Hunting fish before his eyes; -

Where in jungles, near and far,

Man-devouring tigers are,

Lying close and giving ear

Lest the hunt be drawing near,

Or a comer-by be seen

Swinging in a palanquin; -

Where among the desert sands

Some deserted city stands,

All its children, sweep and prince,

Grown to manhood ages since,

Not a foot in street or house,

Not a stir of child or mouse,

And when kindly falls the night,

In all the town no spark of light.

There I'll come when I'm a man

With a camel caravan;

Light a fire in the gloom

Of some dusty dining room;

See the pictures on the walls,

Heroes, fights and festivals;

And in a corner find the toys

Of the old Egyptian boys.

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