THIS LITTLE "PIGGY" PRESENTS "A SESEME STREET SPECIAL."
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Enjoy the Honey whilst he still has some left, Seseme Street Sspecial, from the Golden Story Book
THIS LITTLE PIGGY WENT TO MARKET, BUT WHAT ABOUT THE LITTLE TOES THAT WENT PITTER PATTER ALL OVER THE PLACE.
"could it have been Pittypat and Tippytoe?"
All day long they come and go---
Pittypat and Tippytoe;
Footprints up and down the hall,
Playthings scattered on the floor,
Finger-marks along the wall,
Tell-tale smudges on the door---
By these presents you shall know
Pittypat and Tippytoe.
How they riot at their play!
And a dozen times a day
In they troop, demanding bread---
Only buttered bread will do,
And the butter must be spread
Inches thick with sugar too!
And I never can say "No,
Pittypat and Tippytoe!"
Sometimes there are griefs to soothe,
Sometimes ruffled brows to smooth;
For (I much regret to say)
Tippytoe and Pittypat
Sometimes interrupt their play
With an internecine spat;
Fie, for shame! to quarrel so---
Pittypat and Tippytoe!
Oh the thousand worrying things
Every day recurrent brings!
Hands to scrub and hair to brush,
Search for playthings gone amiss,
Many a wee complaint to hush,
Many a little bump to kiss;
Life seems one vain, fleeting show
To Pittypat and Tippytoe!
And when day is at an end,
There are little duds to mend; Little frocks are strangely torn, Little shoes great holes reveal, Little hose, but one day worn Rudely yawn at toe and heel! Who but you could work such woe As Pittypat and Tippytoe?
But when comes this thought to me:
"Some there are that childless be,"
Stealing to their little beds,
With a love I cannot speak,
Tenderly I stroke their heads---
Fondly kiss each velvet cheek.
God help those who do not know
A Pittypat or Tippytoe!
On the floor and down the hall,
Rudely smutched upon the wall,
There are proofs in every kind
Of the havoc they have wrought,
And upon my heart you 'd find
Just such trade-marks, if you sought;
Oh, how glad I am tis so,
Pittypat and Tippytoe!
Pittypat
and Tippytoe by the wonderful Eugene
Field (1850-1895)
The Fishing Trip. The Little Fisherman
Down by the river, with the little fishing hut Sat a little old man and his dog called mut They went to the water, were the little fishes swim And the little old man, threw the little dog in.
Aarohi
was little girl with an obsession for lollypops and chocolates. Her
mother all ways used to tell her, " If you don't cut down on eating
chocolate and candy, you will get cavities in your teeth. More so as
you only brush your teeth once." Aarohi received the same warning everyday but was wont to ignore it. One
day as Aarohi got ready to go to school; she saw her mother's purse
lying on the table. She could not control her temptation and stealthily
took out some money and quietly put it in her school bag. As she was
stepping out of the house she heard her mother, "Aarohi do not eat
chocolate or lollypops or …….." " I will get cavities in my teeth, more so as I brush them only once." She finished the sentence for her mother.
But
mother and daughter burst out laughing and the mother said, "See how
sensible my daughter is, she remembers even the words I use in heir
correct sequence." Aarohi smiled and left for school. During recess
Aarohi came out from the school and went to a candy shop. There she
bought five lollypops, finished two in the shop, and one more on her
way back to her class. She carefully kept the remaining two in her
school bag. Aarohi returned home and as her friends were waiting for
her, she quickly changed her clothes, combed her hair and went out to
play. Aarohi's mother took her school bag and was arranging
her books when she found the two lollypops in the bag. She took them
out and kept it in the cupboard. Aarohi came back late and she and her
mother took dinner together. She was now asked by her mother to finish
her homework. Aarohi took her bag and sat down to do her homework
but she could not find the two lollipops she had so carefully kept
there. She realized that her mother must have found them and taken them
away. Aarohi immediately ran to her mother. She put her head in her
mother's lap and began to cry. Feeling guilty she promised her mother,
" Mother from now on I will never eat chocolates or lollypops. I am
sorry that I stole money from your purse this morning. I promise not to
repeat this mistake." Aarohi's mother smiled and comforted her
lovingly. "My dear daughter! I am happy that you have realized your
mistake. I will not say anything about it anymore, I do not think that
you do not need any more advice. You are indeed very sensible."
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Whisky Frisky Whisky Frisky, Hippity Hop, Up he goes, to the tree top!
Whirly, twirly, round and round, Down he scampers to the ground.
Furly, Curly, what a tail! Tall as a tower, broad as a sail!
Where's his supper? In the shell. Snappy, cracky, out it fell.
Monday is the first day of the holidays, We're going to have fun, for sure. We'll be with Grand ma every day, And that never is a bore.
Tuesday she'll let us stay in bed, As a very special treat. Cause every other blinking day, We're swept quiet off our feet.
On Tues afternoon off we go, To the ballpark in the Strand. Green ones, blue ones, ladders, shutes, All in all, just grand.
Wednesday my Dad comes to see us, And he always brings us sweets. But Grannie will never give them us, Until we've ate our teas.
On Thursday we go swimming, In Wrexham, to the baths, Grandma doesn't come in the water, She says we both will laugh.
Then Friday she takes us shopping,
Into town on a double decker bus. She lets us go to the very top, But she waits down stairs for us.
Saturday and it's time to go,
Back to our Dad
and
Mum. But Sunday, this is the bestest day For Granma comes round TO US
Dodie Milnes Sinclair 2007
The Sick Dolly (a very short play for a boy and girl.) the girl is sitting with a dolly in her lap. The boy enters.
Girl: Dear Doctor, look at my Dolly, she lies so very still. She hasn't moved since yesterday, I fear she's very ill.
Boy: Dear me! Not moved since yesterday? 'tis a most perculiar case. Please hold her up to the light and let me see her face. Now put your tongue out, Dolly, and then I'll sound your chest. I'll send you a bottle of something that will give you a little rest.
(The little boy sounds the Dolly's chest and gives her back to the little girl)
Girl: Oh, Doctor dear, don't hurt her, and mind that dreadful crack; For the least touch is painful since she broke her little back.
Boy. Dear, dear! Is her backbone broken? Well - that's serious, I'm sure. And I'm bound to tell you, Madam, I ought to have seen her before.
Girl. Oh, please don't scold me, Doctor! I've had enough to bear To think how Dolly suffers and to see her lying there.
She used to be so pretty, with rosy lips and cheeks, She used to say "Pa" and "Ma" but now she never speaks.
Do you think my darling Dolly will ever get well again?
Boy: Well, here's my famous plaster to ease her back from pain,
And she must take her medicine before and after food.
Girl: And must I shake the bottle?
Boy: Oh yes - or 'twill do no good.
And you must try and cheer her up and don't give way to sorrow.
Give Dolly plenty of medicine and I'll call again tomorrow
This is an anonymous little play taken from the book The Junior Reciter's Repertory.
Miss Minnie and Miss Mollie
Miss Minnie and Miss Mollie, Munched a Mars Bar Made from Milk.
Sweet Sue saw Sulky Sarah, Swallow Syrup Smooth as Silk. Baker Bert and Baker Bobby, Baked a batch of Buttery Bread.
While Willy, Wayne and Walter,
Wondered Why Wyn Wagged his head.
Rosetta Ran the Relay Race Running Round and Round the Town.
Natalie Noticed the Gingerbread Men, Some were white and some were brown
Still, Patrick, Patsy and Paula, Played with Puppy dogs on the Prom.
Clive and Corinna caught a crawfish, Then they all went home to mom.
DMS 2007
Sleep Baby Sleep Sleep, baby, sleep! Your father watches the sheep; Your mother is shaking the dreamland tree, And down comes a little dream on thee. Sleep, baby, sleep! Sleep, baby, sleep Our cottage vale is deep The little lamb is on the green With snowy fleece so soft and clean
Sleep, baby, sleep
Sleep, baby, sleep Sleep, baby, sleep Your father tends the sheep Your mother shakes the dreamland tree And from it fall sweet dreams for thee Sleep, baby, sleep Sleep, baby, sleep
Sleep, baby, sleep! The large stars are the sheep; The little stars are the lambs, I guess; And the gentle moon is the shepherdess. Sleep, baby, sleep!
ANON
The Fly has Married the Bumblebee
Fiddle-de-dee, Fiddle-de-dee, The fly has married the humble bee. Says the fly, says he, "Will you marry me, And live with me, Sweet humble bee?" Says the bee, says she, "I'll live under your wing, And you'll never know That I carry a sting." Fiddle-de-dee, Fiddle-de-dee, The fly has married the humble bee.
So when the parson Had joined the pair, They both went out To take the air, Fiddle-de-dee, Fiddle-de-dee, The fly has married the humble bee. And the flies did buzz, And the bells did ring - Did ever you hear So merry a thing? Fiddle-de-dee, Fiddle-de-dee, The fly has married the humble bee. And then to think That of all the flies The humble bee Should carry the prize. Fiddle-de-dee, Fiddle-de-dee, The fly has married the humble bee.
On the floor and down the hall,
The Little Fisherman
Sing A Song for Mummy
out and kept it in the cupboard. Aarohi came back late and she and her
mother took dinner together. She was now asked by her mother to finish
her homework.
Tall as a tower, broad as a sail!
iss Minnie and Miss Mollie
Fiddle-de-dee, Fiddle-de-dee,
