The old moon laughed and sang a song, As they rocked in the wooden shoe; And the wind that sped them all night long Ruffled the waves of dew; The little stars were the herring-fish That lived in the beautiful sea. “Now cast your nets wherever you wish,-- Never afraid are we!” So cried the stars to the fisherman three, Wynken Blynken And Nod.
Wynken, Blynken and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe. -- Sailed on a river of crystal light Into a sea of dew. “Where are you going, and what do you wish?” The old moon asked the three. “We have come to fish for the herring-fish That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we,” Said Wynken Blynken And Nod.
Mosquitoes, Mosquitoes, stop torturing me, why can’t you behave more considerately, you’ve bitten me practically down to the bone, mosquitoes, mosquitoes, please leave me alone!
Mosquitoes, mosquitoes, you’re hard to ignore, I itch and I scratch, I can’t stand anymore, you’ve bitten my bottom, you’ve bitten my top, mosquitoes, mosquitoes, I’m begging you stop!
Mosquitoes, mosquitoes, I honestly feel it’s time that you went somewhere else for a meal, you’ve bitten me places I can’t even see, mosquitoes, mosquitoes, stop torturing me!
A bug sat in a silver flower Thinking silver thoughts. A bigger bug out for a walk Climbed up that silver flower stalk And snapped the small bug down his jaws Without a pause Without a care For all the bug’s small silver thoughts. It isn’t right It isn’t fair That big bug ate that little bug Because that little bug was there.
There will be no spelling lists this first week back due to the shortened week and our field trip. The poem below titled Praying Mantis will be recited at the end of next week, April 12. Spelling lists for next week will be posted on Friday, April 5.
That praying mantis over there Is really not engaged in prayer. That praying mantis that you see Is really preying (with an “e”). It preys upon the garter snake. It preys upon the bumble bee. It preys upon the cabbage worm, The wasp, the fly, the moth, the flea. (And sometimes, if its need is great, It even preys upon its mate.)
With prey and preying both so endless, It tends to end up rather friendless And seldom is commended much Except by gardeners and such.
Bugs! Bugs! I love bugs, yes truly I do, great big pink ones, little green stink ones, yellow bugs and blue. I put you in my pockets, and I wear you in my hair. You are my close companions, I take you everywhere.
I got up this morning and meant to be good, But things didn’t happen the way that they should.
I lost my toothbrush, I slammed the door, I dropped an egg On the kitchen floor, I spilled some sugar And after that I tried to hurry And tripped on the cat.
Things may get better. I don’t know when. I think I’ll go back and start over again.
Catherine Catherine said, “I think I’ll bake A most delicious chocolate cake.” She took some mud and mixed it up While adding water from a cup And then some weeds and nuts and bark And special gravel from the park. A thistle and a dash of sand. She beat out all the lumps by hand. And on the top she wrote “To You” The way she says the bakers do And then she signed it, “Fondly C.” And gave the whole of it to me. I thanked her but I wouldn’t dream of eating cake without ice cream