Orange is an orange. Yellow is the sun. Brown is the bear and Purple is the plum. Red is an apple. Green is a tree. Black is witch's hat. I can read! Listen to me.
Homework! Oh, homework! I hate you! You stink! I wish I could wash you away in the sink. If only a bomb would explode you to bits. Homework! Oh, homework! You're giving me fits. I'd rather take baths with a man-eating shark, or wrestle a lion alone in the dark, eat spinach and liver, pet ten porcupines, than tackle the homework my teacher assigns. Homework! Oh, homework! You're last on my list. I simply can't see why you even exist. If you just disappeared it would tickle me pink. Homework! Oh, homework! I hate you! You stink!
There's a new ME this year, An on-time ME, A clean-desk ME, A listens-in-class-to-the-teacher ME, A dead-serious-get-the-work-done-and-hand-it-in- Before-it's-due ME.
On my back a pack I carry In it, all my treasures. It's what I need So I can be One class higher! Crayons, ruler, scissors too, And yes a little Elmer's glue Paper, pencils, in my bag… Wonder what made mom so sad? Trapper keeper, nice and neat Will it really stay this clean? On my back a pack I carry In it, all my treasures! Today I'll be Just watch and see One class higher!
First Grade is a special place, See the smile on my face, Games to play and songs to sing, We learn about everything. Pencils, paper, books to read, We have everything we need!
August, with its clouds of scented blooms, August, with its great stacks of giant clouds, August, with corn plants standing like rows of soldiers, August, with watermelons, full and heavy, dozing in the sun, August.
August, remember swimming in the lake? August, remember baby Alice daintily eating berries from the vine? August, remember Richie playing with the goat? August, remember Donald practicing on his new saxophone? August.
August, and its lightening laced sky, August, and newlyweds Pat and Chet decorating their first home, August, and Billy the Brave, Billy the Fearless, on his two wheel bike, August, and shimmering memories hanging like drops of dew, August.
August, the bountiful, August the full, August, Mama hot, but smiling, over a platter of succulent roast chicken, August, Daddy mixing her a frosty mint julep, August, blessed harvest of memories, August.
Read to me riddles and read to me rhymes, Read to me stories of magical times. Read to me tales about castles and kings. Read to me stories of fabulous things. Read to me pirates and read to me knights, Read to me dragons and dragon-book fights. Read to me spaceships and cowboys and then, When you are finished -- please read them again.
I awoke this morning, ate my breakfast early. I dressed by myself and to school I hurry. School, school, here I am today Now I am ready to read and sing and play.
Buttercup nodded adn said good-by, Clover and daisy went off together, But the fragrant water lilies lie Yet moored in the golden August weather.
The swallows chatter about their flight, The cricket chirps like a rare good fellow, The asters twinkle in clusters bright, While the corn grows ripe and the apples mellow.
The orchestra's mid-rehearsal And I'm dying for a pee But, although I'm holding up my hand I can't make the teacher see I clash the cymbals, bang the drum But he doesn't hear my plea If I have a tinkle on the piano Then he's sure to notice me
First Day of School a breeze was sweeping across the streets driven by the choris of fall. the breeze was bringing in the children, and scurrying them along. it began as one of those days where all is silent. when the trees cast a moving shadow on the windows and white curtains. the white curtains moved inward and outward. out side of their homes, blocks away, waited their summer alarm clock. being woken from trances, thoughts, and anticipation, a car horn honked. we quickly grabbed our bags and shut the door behind us- leaving behind everything and holding onto anything. a breeze was sweeping across the streets driven by the choris of fall. the breeze was bring in the children and scurrying them along.
I wrote this during my first day of school in 8th grade. Haha, I believe I found this on the first page in my notebook of poems. Enjoy my first day of school experience poem.
ABC School Chant (tune: sounds like the Marines marching cadence) A B C D E School is where I want to be. F G H I J Learning to read and write each day. K L M N O Boys and girls I want to know. P Q R S T Sharing books with you and me. U V W X Y Now it's time to say goodbye. Z Z Z Z Z School is where I want to be.
There was a class that had a boy/girl, and ________(child's name) was his/her name-o. Jump, jump, jump __________(child's name). Jump, jump, jump __________(child's name). Jump, jump, jump __________(child's name). We're glad you're here today!
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Don't eat school lunches- not even a lick. They might make you nauseous. They might make you sick. Just take a small bite and you'll start to feel ill. If the veggies don't get you, the meatloaf sure will.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (Sing to the tune of “I’ve Been Working on the Railroad”)
I’ve been burping in the classroom since I ate my lunch. We had beefy, cheesy tacos, and I gobbled down a bunch. Can’t you hear my belly rumble, full of greasy taco meat? Can’t you hear the girls all whining, “Your breath smells like your feet!”
Tacos taste so swell, but they make you smell. It’s those spicy beans and me-e-eat! When you eat a bunch of that zesty lunch for sure you won’t smell sweet.
Someone needs to tell the lady when she cooks our lunch today-ay-ay-ay please leave out the grease and spices so we can go out and play.
by Kalli Dakos Don’t tell me the cat ate your math sheet, And your spelling words went down the drain, And you couldn’t decipher your homework, Because it was soaked in the rain.
Don’t tell me you slaved for hours On the project that’s due today, And you would have had it finished If your snake hadn’t run away.
Don’t tell me you lost your eraser, And your worksheets and pencils, too, And your papers are stuck together With a great big glob of glue.
I’m tired of all your excuses; They are really a terrible bore. Besides, I forgot my own work, At home in my study drawer.
I Can Read Colors
ReplyDeleteAuthor Unknown
Orange is an orange.
Yellow is the sun.
Brown is the bear and
Purple is the plum.
Red is an apple.
Green is a tree.
Black is witch's hat.
I can read!
Listen to me.
Homework! Oh, Homework!
ReplyDeleteby Jack Prelutsky
Homework! Oh, homework!
I hate you! You stink!
I wish I could wash you
away in the sink.
If only a bomb
would explode you to bits.
Homework! Oh, homework!
You're giving me fits.
I'd rather take baths
with a man-eating shark,
or wrestle a lion
alone in the dark,
eat spinach and liver,
pet ten porcupines,
than tackle the homework
my teacher assigns.
Homework! Oh, homework!
You're last on my list.
I simply can't see
why you even exist.
If you just disappeared
it would tickle me pink.
Homework! Oh, homework!
I hate you! You stink!
Introducing a New ME! by Kalli Dakos
ReplyDeleteThere's a new ME this year,
An on-time ME,
A clean-desk ME,
A listens-in-class-to-the-teacher ME,
A dead-serious-get-the-work-done-and-hand-it-in-
Before-it's-due ME.
The problem is the new ME
Is not like ME at all.
Look Who Came to School Today
ReplyDelete(tune: Mary Had A Little Lamb)
Author Unknown
Look who came to school today
School today, school today
Look who came to school today,
_____(child's name) did.
Backpack
ReplyDeleteby Shelley Plum
On my back a pack I carry
In it, all my treasures.
It's what I need
So I can be
One class higher!
Crayons, ruler, scissors too,
And yes a little Elmer's glue
Paper, pencils, in my bag…
Wonder what made mom so sad?
Trapper keeper, nice and neat
Will it really stay this clean?
On my back a pack I carry
In it, all my treasures!
Today I'll be
Just watch and see
One class higher!
Jason Radel
ReplyDeleteFirst Grade
First Grade is a special place,
See the smile on my face,
Games to play and songs to sing,
We learn about everything.
Pencils, paper, books to read,
We have everything we need!
This comment has been removed by the author.
ReplyDeleteAugust, with its clouds of scented blooms,
ReplyDeleteAugust, with its great stacks of giant clouds,
August, with corn plants standing like rows of soldiers,
August, with watermelons, full and heavy, dozing in the sun,
August.
August, remember swimming in the lake?
August, remember baby Alice daintily eating berries from the vine?
August, remember Richie playing with the goat?
August, remember Donald practicing on his new saxophone?
August.
August, and its lightening laced sky,
August, and newlyweds Pat and Chet decorating their first home,
August, and Billy the Brave, Billy the Fearless, on his two wheel bike,
August, and shimmering memories hanging like drops of dew,
August.
August, the bountiful, August the full,
August, Mama hot, but smiling, over a platter of succulent roast chicken,
August, Daddy mixing her a frosty mint julep,
August, blessed harvest of memories,
August.
Mary Naylor
Posted by Rebecca Selfridge
Kindergarten Here We Come!
ReplyDeleteSing to the tune of Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star
or read as a poem
Kindergarten, here we come!
We know we'll have lots of fun.
Lots of things to make and do.
Reading, writing, counting, too.
Kindergarten, here we come!
We know we'll have lots of fun.
Read To Me
ReplyDeleteBy Jane Yolen
Read to me riddles and read to me rhymes,
Read to me stories of magical times.
Read to me tales about castles and kings.
Read to me stories of fabulous things.
Read to me pirates and read to me knights,
Read to me dragons and dragon-book fights.
Read to me spaceships and cowboys and then,
When you are finished -- please read them again.
First Day Of School
ReplyDelete- Unknown
Shiny, sharpened pencils,
Desks all in a row,
It's the first day of school AND
I DON'T want to go.
A very different teacher,
With a strange sounding name.
I WANT my last year's teacher~
Things will NEVER be the same!
I remember all the things we
learned,
And all the things we made.
The TRUTH is,
If you really want to know,,,
I'm REALLY afraid.
Terra Mangan
ReplyDeleteGood Morning Song
I awoke this morning, ate my breakfast early.
I dressed by myself and to school I hurry.
School, school, here I am today
Now I am ready to read and sing and play.
Unknown author
August
ReplyDeleteCelia Thaxter
Buttercup nodded adn said good-by,
Clover and daisy went off together,
But the fragrant water lilies lie
Yet moored in the golden August weather.
The swallows chatter about their flight,
The cricket chirps like a rare good fellow,
The asters twinkle in clusters bright,
While the corn grows ripe and the apples mellow.
Excuse Me
ReplyDeleteby: Anonymous
The orchestra's mid-rehearsal
And I'm dying for a pee
But, although I'm holding up my hand
I can't make the teacher see
I clash the cymbals, bang the drum
But he doesn't hear my plea
If I have a tinkle on the piano
Then he's sure to notice me
First Day of School
ReplyDeletea breeze was sweeping across the streets driven by the choris of fall.
the breeze was bringing in the children, and scurrying them along.
it began as one of those days where all is silent.
when the trees cast a moving shadow on the windows and white curtains.
the white curtains moved inward and outward.
out side of their homes, blocks away, waited their summer alarm clock.
being woken from trances, thoughts, and anticipation, a car horn honked.
we quickly grabbed our bags and shut the door behind us- leaving behind
everything and holding onto anything.
a breeze was sweeping across the streets driven by the choris of fall.
the breeze was bring in the children and scurrying them along.
I wrote this during my first day of school in 8th grade. Haha, I believe I found this on the first page in my notebook of poems. Enjoy my first day of school experience poem.
By an unknown blogger on a blog account.
Pick Me, Please
ReplyDeleteby Kalli Dakos
Teacher
Teacher
Pick me please
I know the name
Is Hercules
Ask me
Ask me
Just this once
I'll prove to you
I'm not a dunce
My hand
My hand
Is waving high
Won't you catch it
With your eye
My heart
My heart
Is beating fast
Just waiting
For you to ask ...
Me?
You picked me?
Wow!
Me!
ABC School Chant
ReplyDelete(tune: sounds like the Marines marching cadence)
A B C D E
School is where I want to be.
F G H I J
Learning to read and write each day.
K L M N O
Boys and girls I want to know.
P Q R S T
Sharing books with you and me.
U V W X Y
Now it's time to say goodbye.
Z Z Z Z Z
School is where I want to be.
Zip-a-dee-do-dah
ReplyDelete(First Day of School)
Zip-a-dee-do-dah, Zip-a-dee-ay-
I'm excited because it's my first day!
I'm gonna learn and I'm gonna play!
Zip-a-dee-do-dah, Zip-a-dee-ay!
It is time for us to go, now.
We're gonna ride the school bus-
Our new teacher's waiting for us!
Zip-a-dee-do-dah, Zip-a-dee-ay-
Wonderful feeling, on my first day!
Our Class
ReplyDeletesung to the tune of BINGO
There was a class that had a boy/girl,
and ________(child's name) was his/her name-o.
Jump, jump, jump __________(child's name).
Jump, jump, jump __________(child's name).
Jump, jump, jump __________(child's name).
We're glad you're here today!
Bring Your Own Lunch
ReplyDeleteby Bruce Lansky
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Don't eat school lunches-
not even a lick.
They might make you nauseous.
They might make you sick.
Just take a small bite and
you'll start to feel ill.
If the veggies don't get you,
the meatloaf sure will.
I've Been Burping in the Classroom
ReplyDeleteby Kathy Kenney-Marshall
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(Sing to the tune of “I’ve Been Working on the Railroad”)
I’ve been burping in the classroom
since I ate my lunch.
We had beefy, cheesy tacos,
and I gobbled down a bunch.
Can’t you hear my belly rumble,
full of greasy taco meat?
Can’t you hear the girls all whining,
“Your breath smells like your feet!”
Tacos taste so swell,
but they make you smell.
It’s those spicy beans and me-e-eat!
When you eat a bunch
of that zesty lunch
for sure you won’t smell sweet.
Someone needs to tell the lady
when she cooks our lunch today-ay-ay-ay
please leave out the grease and spices
so we can go out and play.
School Day
ReplyDeleteby Charlotte Zolotow
I don’t mean to look
but I can’t help seeing
a bit of sky outside the schoolhouse window.
I don’t mean to watch
but I can’t help watching
the maple branch that brushes against the pane.
I don’t mean to dream
but I can’t help dreaming
that I could be wandering
under the sky,
watching the leaves
watching the trees
as the wind goes by.
WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WASN’T LOOKING
ReplyDeleteBy Mary Rita Schilke Korzan
When you thought I wasn’t looking, you displayed my first report, and I wanted to do another.
When you thought I wasn’t looking, you fed a stray cat, and I thought it was good to be kind to animals.
When you thought I wasn’t looking, you gave me a sticker, and I knew that little things were special things.
When you thought I wasn’t looking, you put your arm around me, and I felt loved.
When you thought I wasn’t looking I saw tears come from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things hurt--but that it’s all right to cry.
When you thought I wasn’t looking, you smiled, and it made me want to look that pretty too.
When you thought I wasn’t looking, you cared, and I wanted to be everything I could be.
When you thought I wasn’t looking--I looked...and wanted to say thanks for all those things you did when you thought I wasn’t looking.
A Teacher’s Lament
ReplyDeleteby Kalli Dakos
Don’t tell me the cat ate your math sheet,
And your spelling words went down the drain,
And you couldn’t decipher your homework,
Because it was soaked in the rain.
Don’t tell me you slaved for hours
On the project that’s due today,
And you would have had it finished
If your snake hadn’t run away.
Don’t tell me you lost your eraser,
And your worksheets and pencils, too,
And your papers are stuck together
With a great big glob of glue.
I’m tired of all your excuses;
They are really a terrible bore.
Besides, I forgot my own work,
At home in my study drawer.