Little Bo-Peep, will you be mine? I want you for my Valentine. You are my choice of all the girls, With your blushing cheeks and your fluttering curls, With your ribbons gay and your kirtle neat, None other is so fair and sweet. Little Bo-Peep, let's run away, And marry each other on Midsummer Day; And ever to you I'll be fond and true,
Valentine To The Girl In Black by Ellis Parker Butler
In hand I take this pen of mine To write you, sweet, a valentine; I’d take your dainty hand instead, But—you’re a drawing—I am wed— And that is why, you understand, I only take my pen in hand.
My Valentine Recite to the tune of "The Muffin Man" Author Unknown
Oh, will you be my valentine? My valentine? My valentine? Oh, will you be my valentine? And love me every day? Oh, yes, I'll be your valentine, Your valentine, your valentine. Oh, yes, I'll be your valentine, And love you every day.
Cupid and my Campaspe played At cards for kisses; Cupid paid: He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows, His mother's doves, and team of sparrows; Loses them too; then down he throws The coral of his lip, the rose Growing on's cheek (but none knows how); With these, the crystal of his brow, And then the dimple on his chin; All these did my Campaspe win: And last he set her both his eyes - She won, and Cupid blind did rise.
O Love! has she done this to thee? What shall, alas! become of me?
Good Weather Assured by Winifred Sackville Stoner, Jr.
When the second of February rolls around, Out of his hole in the cold, dark ground Comes Mr. Groundhog to look at the sky And see if the season of summer is nigh; So that he in the fields may merrily run And eat farmers' crops 'neath the light o' the sun. But if his own shadow he unfortunately sees, In the greatest of terror he falls on his knees, And quickly returns to his subterra home, Resolving that he will not again roam Till six stormy weeks have slowly gone by, And then once again, perhaps he will try To put his flat head above the cold ground, And take a survey of the earth all around. So I made up my mind that during the year I'd keep him at home so he couldn't appear. And to bring wintry weather he hadn't a chance, For of his own shadow he caught not a glance.
Old Groundhog stretched in his leafy bed. He turned over slowly and then he said, "I wonder if spring is on the way, I'll go and check the weather today. If I see my shadow between eleven and noon, I then will know that I'm out too soon. I'll crawl back in bed for six weeks more, Pull up the warm covers and snore and snore. But if no shadow gives me a scare, I know that spring is in the air, I'll wake my friends and wish them cheer, With glorious news that spring is here."
It’s More Thank Saying I Love You By: Angel Watchin
We give on this day candy and flowers, But we never stop to say thank you for the Many hours. You have stood by my side and gave a smile, As if to tell our hearts it’s been worth every mile. No need to buy a teddy bear or even a card, It’s pretty simple and not at all hard. Just put your arms around me and hold me tight, And say without words that in your heart all is right. You may say I Love You throughout the year, But on this day you need to make sure. The words so sweet and straight from you heart, That your life would be lonely without my part. So put forth the effort and take the time, Look me in the eye and say I’m glad you’re mine.
I had a loose tooth, a wiggly jiggly loose tooth. I had a loose tooth, hanging by a thread. So I pulled my lose tooth, this wiggly,jiggly loose tooth. And put it 'neath the pillow when I went to bed. The fairies took my loose tooth, my wiggly, jiggly loose tooth. So now I have a nickel and a hole in my head.
If you won't be my Valentine, I'll scream, I'll yell, I'll bite I'll cry aloud, I'll start to whine If you won't be my Valentine. I'll frown and fret, I'll mope and pine and It will serve you right -- If you won't be my Valentine I'll scream, I'll yell, I'll bite!
Untitled Written in "Mary Engelbreit's Mother Goose" Engelbreit, M. (2005).
The rose is red, the violet’s blue The honey’s sweet, and so are you. Thou art my love and I am thine; I drew thee to my Valentine. The lot was cast and then I drew, And fortune said it should be you.
Be my Valentine, my love, As I will be for you, And we will love the whole day long, And love our whole lives through. For love has no parameters And does not end with time, But is the gift of paradise, A pinch of the sublime.
So let us take this holiday To resubmit our love To those within that know no sin And with the angels move.
Got My Toothpaste To the tune of “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star”
Got my toothpaste, got my brush, I won’t hurry, I won’t rush. Making sure my teeth are clean, Front and back and in between. When I brush for quite a while, I will have a happy smile.
Author unknown Sung to the song: "Do your Ears Hang Low?"
Are your teeth clean and white? Do you brush them every night? Do you brush them in the morning? Do you brush them right? Do you brush them side to side? Are your teeth clean and white? Do you floss them good To remove the bits of food? Do you floss them everyday? Like you know you should? Do you take good care of The teeth that are there? Do you floss them good?
Untitled written in Let’s Celebrate Valentine’s Day by Peter and Connie Roop
Valentine, Valentine, who will you be? A yawning sloth that hangs from a tree, or a Long-legged giraffe with big brown eyes, Elusive elephant of enormous size, Nattering parrot of yackety yak, Thirsty camel with a hump on his back, Itching monkey, bumbling old bear, Nosy narwhal, or panda rare, Earnest emu who cannot fly, Smallest chickadee in the sky, or Dandy Kangaroo who bounds so high? All of these animals in the zoo Yearn to be mine…but I’d rather have you!
Groundhog Day is celebrated today in the U.S and Canada. It is the “spark” for this fun movement activity. Let’s dance!
1. Clear a safe space to move and dance. Sit and discuss with the children why we celebrate Groundhog Day. It is a tradition that on this day the groundhog determines whether or not winter will continue. The folklore is that if the groundhog comes out of its burrow and sees its shadow, winter will continue for 6 more weeks. If it doesn’t see its shadow then spring is on its way.
2. The leader reads the following dance poem slowly, while the children listen and think about the moves they might use to express the words of the poem. Read the poem again and have the children dance it.
Waking from his long winter nap, Groundhog gives his toes a tap, tap. Stretching, bouncing, ready to go, The world awaits his do-si-do.
He wiggles out from underground, Up top to take a look around. His shadow seen means more winter white. He scampers back down and curls up tight.
He shimmies out from underground His head pops up, he peeks around. No sun or shadow only clouds are found, Delighted do-si-do, spring time bound! By Bonnie Berman & Sally Loo
Happy Valentine’s Day to My Mother/Mom/Mommy Mom, I’ve got some friends Of each and every kind, But a better friend than my mother I’ll never, ever find! I’m so happy you’re my mom! I love you. By Joanna Fuchs
The dentist pulled my tooth out and he thought it was such fun he grabbed his pliers and dental pryers and pulled another one.
"Yippee! Hooray! What awesome fun!" he shouted out with glee. He grinned a grin then went back in and pulled out number three.
Then number four and number five and numbers six and seven were followed by a cheerful cry Of "Eight! Nine! Ten! Eleven!"
He took a few more from the top and some from underneath, he yanked them fast until at last he'd pulled out all my teeth.
Without my teeth I cannot chew; I just eat soup and mush. But don't be sad I'm kind of glad-- I'll never have to brush! --Kenn Nesbitt
Children's Patriotic PoetryRevenge on an Aching Tooth
ReplyDeleteby Winifred Sackville Stoner, Jr.
One time I had an awful pain
Which made me groan and cry;
It felt like daggers in my head
Which stabbed at my right eye.
It was the toothache, mother said,
And as she petted me,
She quite agreed with Bobby Burns
That nothing worse could be.
Not even chiggers, ainhum, yaws,
Or leprosy and sprue,
With craw-craw and the Dhobie itch,
Piedra and goundou.
Beriberi and pinta, too,
With cholera and boils,
And dengue and bubonic plague
Or dreadful serpents' coils.
With fevers scarlet, yellow, black
And measles and the mumps,
Green apple-colic, whooping cough,
And chicken-pox's bumps.
In Mother's sympathy for me
No comfort could I find,
And so I sought the dentist's aid,
Where forceps cruel but kind
Removed the sore and aching tooth,
And freed me from the pang,
Which by the noted Bobby Burns
Was called "A venomed stang."
And when the dentist gave to me
The very little thing
Which for so long had tortured me
With joy I longed to sing.
And I resolved to sugar it
And watch it every day,
While it was having dreadful pangs
And I could laugh and play.
An Intercepted Valentine
ReplyDeleteby Carolyn Wells
Little Bo-Peep, will you be mine?
I want you for my Valentine.
You are my choice of all the girls,
With your blushing cheeks and your fluttering curls,
With your ribbons gay and your kirtle neat,
None other is so fair and sweet.
Little Bo-Peep, let's run away,
And marry each other on Midsummer Day;
And ever to you I'll be fond and true,
Your faithful Valentine,
LITTLE BOY BLUE.
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ReplyDeleteValentine To The Girl In Black by Ellis Parker Butler
ReplyDeleteIn hand I take this pen of mine
To write you, sweet, a valentine;
I’d take your dainty hand instead,
But—you’re a drawing—I am wed—
And that is why, you understand,
I only take my pen in hand.
My Valentine
ReplyDeleteRecite to the tune of "The Muffin Man"
Author Unknown
Oh, will you be my valentine?
My valentine? My valentine?
Oh, will you be my valentine?
And love me every day?
Oh, yes, I'll be your valentine,
Your valentine, your valentine.
Oh, yes, I'll be your valentine,
And love you every day.
Mother's Valentine
ReplyDeleteBy Lucille King
My mother made a valentine
So very long ago
And decked it out all prettily
Like for a special beau.
I watched her as she cut the heart
Then frilled it up with lace
And worked artistically away,
A smile upon her face.
She wove a ribbon, shiny red,
Among the lace so white
Then placed a picture of herself
Through a slit she cut inside.
I saw the words, “I love you, Dear,
I'm proud to be your wife
You're given me the blessings
Of a blissful, wedded life.”
I felt like laughing out for joy,
My childish heart was glad!
Mom's special valentine would go
To a special beau named Dad.
Mithing Tooth
ReplyDeleteby Kenn Nesbitt
I'm having trouble thpeaking,
thinthe I lotht my middle tooth.
Jutht yethterday my tooth wath fine --
today it wiggled loothe.
At firtht I thought it thilly,
when my tooth fell out today,
But no one theems to underthtand
a thingle word I thay.
I athked my mom to clothe the door,
she thaid "That would be rude.
The door does not like wearing clothes;
it's happy in the nude."
I thaid a mouthe wath in my room
and she should come and thee.
She thaid "your mouth is on your face;
it's right where it should be."
I wonder if you underthtand
the thircumthtanthe I'm in.
I told her I wath feeling thick.
She thaid "you're looking thin."
At latht she thaw how mad I wath,
And thought I might thtop breathing.
She laughed and thaid she didn't mean it --
She wath only teething.
From "Alexander and Campaspe"
ReplyDeleteby John Lyly
Cupid and my Campaspe played
At cards for kisses; Cupid paid:
He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows,
His mother's doves, and team of sparrows;
Loses them too; then down he throws
The coral of his lip, the rose
Growing on's cheek (but none knows how);
With these, the crystal of his brow,
And then the dimple on his chin;
All these did my Campaspe win:
And last he set her both his eyes -
She won, and Cupid blind did rise.
O Love! has she done this to thee?
What shall, alas! become of me?
Randi J
ReplyDeleteGood Weather Assured
by Winifred Sackville Stoner, Jr.
When the second of February rolls around,
Out of his hole in the cold, dark ground
Comes Mr. Groundhog to look at the sky
And see if the season of summer is nigh;
So that he in the fields may merrily run
And eat farmers' crops 'neath the light o' the sun.
But if his own shadow he unfortunately sees,
In the greatest of terror he falls on his knees,
And quickly returns to his subterra home,
Resolving that he will not again roam
Till six stormy weeks have slowly gone by,
And then once again, perhaps he will try
To put his flat head above the cold ground,
And take a survey of the earth all around.
So I made up my mind that during the year
I'd keep him at home so he couldn't appear.
And to bring wintry weather he hadn't a chance,
For of his own shadow he caught not a glance.
Groundhog Day
ReplyDeleteAuthor Unknown
Old Groundhog stretched in his leafy bed.
He turned over slowly and then he said,
"I wonder if spring is on the way,
I'll go and check the weather today.
If I see my shadow between eleven and noon,
I then will know that I'm out too soon.
I'll crawl back in bed for six weeks more,
Pull up the warm covers and snore and snore.
But if no shadow gives me a scare,
I know that spring is in the air,
I'll wake my friends and wish them cheer,
With glorious news that spring is here."
Valentine's Day
ReplyDeleteby Aileen Fisher
The aspens and the maples now
have lacy frost on every bough,
And through the woods the shadows go,
writing verses on the snow.
The tops of weeds are sealed up tight
in little envelopes of white,
And listen! in the frosty pines
snowbirds twitter Valentines.
Jason Radel
ReplyDeleteIt’s More Thank Saying I Love You
By: Angel Watchin
We give on this day candy and flowers,
But we never stop to say thank you for the
Many hours.
You have stood by my side and gave a smile,
As if to tell our hearts it’s been worth every mile.
No need to buy a teddy bear or even a card,
It’s pretty simple and not at all hard.
Just put your arms around me and hold me tight,
And say without words that in your heart all is right.
You may say I Love You throughout the year,
But on this day you need to make sure.
The words so sweet and straight from you heart,
That your life would be lonely without my part.
So put forth the effort and take the time,
Look me in the eye and say I’m glad you’re mine.
My Loose Tooth
ReplyDeleteI had a loose tooth, a wiggly
jiggly loose tooth.
I had a loose tooth,
hanging by a thread.
So I pulled my lose tooth,
this wiggly,jiggly loose tooth.
And put it 'neath the pillow
when I went to bed.
The fairies took my loose tooth,
my wiggly, jiggly loose tooth.
So now I have a nickel and a hole in my head.
By: Ruth Kanarek
An Angry Valentine
ReplyDeleteIf you won't be my Valentine,
I'll scream, I'll yell, I'll bite
I'll cry aloud, I'll start to whine
If you won't be my Valentine.
I'll frown and fret, I'll mope and pine and
It will serve you right --
If you won't be my Valentine
I'll scream, I'll yell, I'll bite!
By: Myra Cohn Livingston
Revenge on an Aching Tooth
ReplyDeleteby Winifred Sackville Stoner, Jr.
One time I had an awful pain
Which made me groan and cry;
It felt like daggers in my head
Which stabbed at my right eye.
It was the toothache, mother said,
And as she petted me,
She quite agreed with Bobby Burns
That nothing worse could be.
Not even chiggers, ainhum, yaws,
Or leprosy and sprue,
With craw-craw and the Dhobie itch,
Piedra and goundou.
Beriberi and pinta, too,
With cholera and boils,
And dengue and bubonic plague
Or dreadful serpents' coils.
With fevers scarlet, yellow, black
And measles and the mumps,
Green apple-colic, whooping cough,
And chicken-pox's bumps.
In Mother's sympathy for me
No comfort could I find,
And so I sought the dentist's aid,
Where forceps cruel but kind
Removed the sore and aching tooth,
And freed me from the pang,
Which by the noted Bobby Burns
Was called "A venomed stang."
And when the dentist gave to me
The very little thing
Which for so long had tortured me
With joy I longed to sing.
And I resolved to sugar it
And watch it every day,
While it was having dreadful pangs
And I could laugh and play.
Untitled
ReplyDeleteWritten in "Mary Engelbreit's Mother Goose"
Engelbreit, M. (2005).
The rose is red, the violet’s blue
The honey’s sweet, and so are you.
Thou art my love and I am thine;
I drew thee to my Valentine.
The lot was cast and then I drew,
And fortune said it should be you.
Be my Valentine, my love,
ReplyDeleteAs I will be for you,
And we will love the whole day long,
And love our whole lives through.
For love has no parameters
And does not end with time,
But is the gift of paradise,
A pinch of the sublime.
So let us take this holiday
To resubmit our love
To those within that know no sin
And with the angels move.
Got My Toothpaste
ReplyDeleteTo the tune of “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star”
Got my toothpaste, got my brush,
I won’t hurry, I won’t rush.
Making sure my teeth are clean,
Front and back and in between.
When I brush for quite a while,
I will have a happy smile.
Author unknown
Author unknown
ReplyDeleteSung to the song: "Do your Ears Hang Low?"
Are your teeth clean and white?
Do you brush them every night?
Do you brush them in the morning?
Do you brush them right?
Do you brush them side to side?
Are your teeth clean and white?
Do you floss them good
To remove the bits of food?
Do you floss them everyday?
Like you know you should?
Do you take good care of
The teeth that are there?
Do you floss them good?
Flossing Grandpa Style
ReplyDeleteWhen Grandpa starts to floss his tooth,
We set the bleachers up.
He takes his false teeth from his mouth
And drops them in a cup.
In the mirror we see him grin
As he looks upon the prize.
His one remaining tooth smiles back
As pride lights up his eyes.
He measures out a piece of floss,
About four feet or more.
And as he turns to face himself
It drags across the floor.
So carefully he lifts the hand
That holds the captured end.
Like chalk across the blackboard,
We hear his elbow bend.
With one end held against that tooth,
The other end is found.
Then grandpa—at a snail-like pace
Begins the wrap around.
When wrapped he does a little hop
And twirls a dainty spin
We see the tooth begin to shine
As he flosses it again.
So then we all stand up to cheer,
He shyly takes his bow.
And says, "I'm glad for your applause,
Please listen to me now,
"My tooth is an example
That yours might well be lost,
Unless you brush them everyday
And make sure they all are flossed."
—Grandpa Tucker
Copyright ©2000 by Bob Tucker
Posted by: Rebecca Selfridge
Roses are Red
ReplyDeleteRoses are Red
Violets are Blue
Carnations are Sweet
And so are you.
And so are they
That send you this
And when we meet
We'll have a kiss.
Untitled written in Let’s Celebrate Valentine’s Day
ReplyDeleteby Peter and Connie Roop
Valentine, Valentine, who will you be?
A yawning sloth that hangs from a tree, or a
Long-legged giraffe with big brown eyes,
Elusive elephant of enormous size,
Nattering parrot of yackety yak,
Thirsty camel with a hump on his back,
Itching monkey, bumbling old bear,
Nosy narwhal, or panda rare,
Earnest emu who cannot fly,
Smallest chickadee in the sky, or
Dandy Kangaroo who bounds so high?
All of these animals in the zoo
Yearn to be mine…but I’d rather have you!
Groundhog Day is celebrated today in the U.S and Canada. It is the “spark” for this fun movement activity. Let’s dance!
ReplyDelete1. Clear a safe space to move and dance. Sit and discuss with the children why we celebrate Groundhog Day. It is a tradition that on this day the groundhog determines whether or not winter will continue. The folklore is that if the groundhog comes out of its burrow and sees its shadow, winter will continue for 6 more weeks. If it doesn’t see its shadow then spring is on its way.
2. The leader reads the following dance poem slowly, while the children listen and think about the moves they might use to express the words of the poem. Read the poem again and have the children dance it.
Waking from his long winter nap,
Groundhog gives his toes a tap, tap.
Stretching, bouncing, ready to go,
The world awaits his do-si-do.
He wiggles out from underground,
Up top to take a look around.
His shadow seen means more winter white.
He scampers back down and curls up tight.
He shimmies out from underground
His head pops up, he peeks around.
No sun or shadow only clouds are found,
Delighted do-si-do, spring time bound!
By Bonnie Berman & Sally Loo
Happy Valentine’s Day to My Mother/Mom/Mommy
Mom, I’ve got some friends
Of each and every kind,
But a better friend than my mother
I’ll never, ever find!
I’m so happy you’re my mom!
I love you.
By Joanna Fuchs
The dentist pulled my tooth out
and he thought it was such fun
he grabbed his pliers
and dental pryers
and pulled another one.
"Yippee! Hooray! What awesome fun!"
he shouted out with glee.
He grinned a grin
then went back in
and pulled out number three.
Then number four and number five
and numbers six and seven
were followed by
a cheerful cry
Of "Eight! Nine! Ten! Eleven!"
He took a few more from the top
and some from underneath,
he yanked them fast
until at last
he'd pulled out all my teeth.
Without my teeth I cannot chew;
I just eat soup and mush.
But don't be sad
I'm kind of glad--
I'll never have to brush!
--Kenn Nesbitt
Scrambled
ReplyDeleteby Bruce Lansky
I climbed up the door and
I opened the stairs.
I said my pajamas
and buttoned my prayers.
I turned off the covers
and pulled up the light.
I’m all scrambled up since
she kissed me last night.
Your website is really cool and this is a great inspiring article.
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