EVERYDAY POEMS –FOR GIRLS AND BOYS
THE LOVELY WIFE
Will you be my lovely wife,
Will you say I do?
I’ll buy you the prettiest Sunday dress,
And a nice umbrella, too.
And you shall have a lovely hat,
With an elegant golden feather,
A pair of gloves and sandal shoes,
With the softest kind of leather.
And you shall have a lovely house,
A kitten, a puppy if
A view of sunsets and daffodils,
Gently dancing in the breeze.
I am the sister of him
And he is my brother.
He is too little right now
For us to talk together
All he can say is blah blah blah
And In between he cries.
Every morning I show him my doll and my book
But he is too liitle to look.
And still I am the sister of him
And he is my brother
ILL BE A CLOWN
The circus is coming to town
The circus is coming to town!
Therell be tigers in cages, a lion that rages
And there’ll be a clown, a clown!
There’ll be a clown with a suit of white,
Striped in green and purple bright,
With a wide, wide grin as laughs each night
A clown to tumble, and grumple and fight,
When the circus comes to town!
A clown is the nicest man to know!
Nicer than candy store men!
For a clown falls down, gets up with a frown,
And then he falls down again!
He’s only pretending to mind it though.
He isn’t hurt and he knows we know.
He turns and winks at us,
just to show
That its all in fun! Then he laughs HO ! Ho!
The clown is the finest of men.
When I’m grown up and when Im grown up
I’m going to be a clown!
I’ll make folks gay on that wonderful day,
When the circus comes to town!
You can be a policeman, I don’t care!
But there’s a white suit that I’m going to wear
You can pilot a plane in the air
But I’ll have a wig of red, wild hair.
And I’ll be a clown a clown!
When I’m walking down the street
I do so like to watch my feet.
Perhaps you have not heard the news
Mommy has bought me fine new shoes!
When the left one steps I do not speak,
I listen to its happy squeek.
When the right one moves in perfect stride
It moves so quickly
And off I run!!!!
Make splishes and splashes
And sloshes and slushes
Hopping and stomping
They tromp and they stomp
In minature ponds
And get stuck in the muck and the mud;
But Susie likes much best to hear
The slippery slush
As it sloshes and sloshes,
All around her galoshes
Nobody else but the rosebush
knows How nice mud feels
Between the toes.
Mud is very nice to feel
All squishy squashy between the toes!
I’d rather wade in wiggly mud
Then take a whiff of that yellow rose
AT THE SEASIDE
When I was down by the sea
A little spadel they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup
In every hole the sea came up Till it could come no more.
A little boy once played so loud
That the thunder upon the thunder cloud
Said, “Since I cant be heard, why, then
I’ll never thunder again!”
And a little girl once kept so
That she heard a hummingbird
Whisper and say to the ladybird
“she’s the stillest child I ever heard.”
At night in bed I like to lie
And watch the stars up in the sky.
They wink and blink up there so high.
I think it would be fun if I
Couild be a little bit of light
And blink and wink all through the night.
Over the mountains
Over the plains
Over the rivers
Here come the trains.
Bringing their precious
loads without fail
Thousands of freight cars
All rushing on
Through day and darkness
Through dusk and dawn.
Over the mountains
Over the plains
Over the rivers
Here come the trains.
The airplane taxis down the
And heads into the breeze.
It lifts its wheels above the ground
Soaring in the sky with ease
And its just a speck against the sky-
And now– its gone!
I want to learn to whistle
I’ve always wanted to
I fix my mouth to make the sound
But The whistle wont come through
I think perhaps its stuck and so
I try it once again;
A purse my lips like a giant kiss
A blow the air just so.
Nothing came out but air
Can people swallow whistles?
Where is my whistle then?
FIVE YEARS OLD
Please, everybody, look
Today I’m five years old, you see!
And after this, I won’t be four,
Not ever, ever, any more!
I won’t be three or two or one,
For that was when I’d first begun.
Now I’ll be five awhile,
And then I’ll soon be something else
hair is brushed
And very neat
My best black shoes are on my feet.
My dress is pressed
I look my best.
I’m going away,
It’s a holiday.
NEVER BORED AT ALL
When I lie flat upon the grass and put my
face close down,
so many, many things all colors green and brown
And red and black, so many things that go
And here and there and slow and fast
along the ground
and backward or not fast at all
Just a creepy, creepy crawl.
There’s always someyhing moving so Im
never bored at all.
windy day in the country you see
The wildest dance that could ever be:
Tall trees wave and bow and bend,
Leaves do a twostep, end over end.
Grasses and reed waltz down to the ground
Bits of thistledown twirl round and
yourself do a wildfunny dance
As the wind mkes your feet spin a lively
your wild, funny dance makes you laugh with glee
Because you’ve so very much company
My Birthday’s in winter when its snowy
and cold, and I always build a snowman but he never grows old
the sun shines down and snow melts away
Till the snowmans just my size and I’m six
cracker is thin
A sugar bun fat
I wonder why-that should be that.
flour, sugar, milk
Stirred up well smooth as silk
Popped in the oven
There to bake
Eaten up fast, that’s a cake.
when the windblows
And the thunder crashes
And everythibg shows
When the lightning flashes
Its best to be wise girls and boys
And stay at home and just hear the noise.
noonday when the sun is high
And youre lying in a grassy field
You look straight up into the sky
Using your hands to make a shield
The color rose.
know why I like the sky
Full of clouds that the wind can blow
Because you see they look at me
Like galloping ponies covered with snow.
I met a tiny old lady near my house one
A very timy, very old lady who stopped me
“A loverly day! A loverly day! I say it
twice, yes twice I say,
For it’s twice as loverly as yesterday”
live in a city, high high from the ground
And look out your window-up, down, and
Up higher than you is a piece of blue
Down lower than you are things whizzing
All around you are buildings, low and
With windows and windows, or a big blank
just look across, you’ll see someone who
Looks straight across too, and right back
ship at sea is a wonderful thing
is a bird with a big wide wide wing
But I’m here on the ground and can never
What a squirrel can see from the top of a
like it down here so I think I shall stay
For I’ve a puppy who likes to play
From early morning till the sun’s high in
When we go in the house to eat blueberry
goes an airplane, racing up high
In big clouds and small clouds that float
in the sky.
like to be up there and look down at the ground
And pilot that airplane in loops round
TELL ME WHY!
there ever too many apples in a pie
Or too may stars in the sky
Or too many baby pigs in their sty
Or too many pine needles on which to lie,
Or too many birds flying by
Or too many clouds way up high?
If you think there are, please tell me
The world is full of wonderful smells,
And you have a nose that always tells
Of bread in the oven hot and nice
Of cake being baked with lots of spice
Of a barn with fresh cut hay in the mows
horses and pigs and cats and cows
Of a dog when he’s warm and lies in the
apple sauce and chocolate and a sugar bun
Wouldn’t it be dreadful if you had no
nose to tell
Of every wonderful, wonderful smell?
my very oldest shoes
Theyre patched and worn and torn.
And if I had a chance to choose
I’d wear them still-
Perhaps I will!
does he still keep ticking?
Why does his round white face
Stare at me over the books and ink
And mock at my disgrace?
Why does that thrush call, Dunce dunce
Why does that bluebottle buzz?
Why does the sun so silent shine-
And what do I care if it does?
the blinds I sit and watch
The people passin-passing by;
And not a sing le one can see
My tiny watching eye.
They cannot see my little room
All yellowed with the shaded sun;
Nor’ll guess when I’m gone.
upon a time
tried to climb a tree
bigger than me,
taller than I,
and tall as the sky
A BIG OLD BED
you ever slept in a big old bed
In a big old country house?
Have you ever been wakened and heard over
The pattery, scattery feet of a mouse?
Of one mouse, then two, then three and
Five, six, seven, then lots lots more-
Pattery, scattery little feet on a
Squeeks and squeels, that must be more
As they skip and scamper and softly run,
Holding a party that sounds like fun.
On a farm you go to bed early at night,
And you get up even earlier, long before
that’s really fun because then there’s all the day
To see everything, do everything, run and
barefoot is lots of fun
Whether it’s raining or theres sun
If it’s raining and the grass is wet
It tickles your toes, and then you get
Shaky and shivery.
If there’s sun and the grass is dry That
tickles your toes too and bye and bye
Youre quaky and quivery
lying still in a field one day
When a tiny mouse came out to play.
His eyes were bright
His tummy white
His ears were neat
And pink his feet
His fur was brown
And soft and down
And his tail was long as he skipped away
And I lay still to watch him play.
little red ladybug climbed up the tall stem-up
Up, up, up, up to he top then,
Pop! Snapped the stem
And the little red lady bug climbed right
kinds of rabbits
Have different habits
The little ines jump,
The big ones go thump
wise old lion roared out one day
That he certainly didn’t like the way
Everyone said he was fierce and wild
When he really was most kind and mild.
He went on to say that he didn’t care
That people all over and everywhere
Called him names that were simply not
Why, he’s never think of eating you.
One day I met a raggedy cat,
He wore a tattered coat and a brimless
His shoes had no toes,
He had spots on his nose,
His trousers were patched,
His face was scratched
He wore a big bandage on one front paw,
And he looked most ferocious for he stuck
out his jaw.
So I stepped to one side to let him go
But he stopped me and looked me straight
in the eye.
“Good Morning ,” he said in the sweetest
“Don’t mind my looks for I haven’t a
I’m an alley cat, and you must know
That an alley cat is a raggedy cat.”
mischievous monkey swung by his tail
And held a pink umbrella over his head,
Whilst he filled to the brim a little red
And chattered and laughed and finally
“Oh, I have a pail full of wonderful
Dates, figs, pennies, nuts, and a soft
And I’ll give them to you if you’ll just
climb this tree.
And hang by your tail and swing with me.
There once was a porpoise,
funny fish. Who said, “Do let us, all of us
Eat from a dish. So we and the porpoise
Sat down at the table
And ate up everything-or all we were
I like puppies for they’re lots of fun.
I like kittens that play and run.
I like boats that sail out to sea.
I like airplanes that go high as can be.
I like elephants grey and tall.
I like baby lions soft and small.
I like big tigers that snarl and roar.
But I like boys and girls much, much
A little white polar bear
Sat on the ice
And said to himself, “It would be so nice
To go floating away
And find someone who’d say,
“I’d like to play
With bear on ice,
It would be so nice. We’d play with a
That’s the most fun of all.”
A camel sat down on a dainty gilt chair,
I really don’t know how he came to be
But I think he just wanted to join in the
Of drinking hot cocoa and eating a bun.
My kitten met his shadow on the floor.
His growl was like a small lion’s roar
As he mumped and pounced, then ran to
With his fur on end and his eyes open
He wiggled and waggled and he jumps once
And his shadow met him again on the
I’d like to be a worm
In nice soft dirt,
And not have to worry
Or ever be sorry
Of getting mud on my nice clean shirt.
THE TOAD AND FLY
A thin little toad and big fat fly
Looked at eachother eye to eye.
“I’ll catch you and eat you, ” the thin
“No you won’t ,” said the fly and flew
over his head.
Did you ever pat a baby goat
And learn how soft he feels?
Did you ever watch him walk about
On his four little black high heels?
It’s lots and lots of fun I think,
To watch a small duck take a drink
For he swims along like a boat in a sail
Then suddenly, There’s just his tail.
I went to the park one day to play,
The politest one there, I really must say
Was a grey furry squirrel who came over
If I’d brought any peanuts along with me.
He didnt cry or beg or scamper or dart
But politely said with one paw on his heart
As if to ask, “Please, please, may I not
Just one of your peanuts, it would be
such a treat.”
A fuzzy fuzzy caterpillar sat down to
He took off his coat and unbuttoned his
He unlaced his shoes and wriggled his
And took out his handkerchief and dabbed
at his nose.
He sighed a deep sigh and took off his
And stretched out comfortably and had a
Lots of times bears
twice as much fun
watch two bears as one.
Baby kittens are soft as silk
And like to play and drink their milk.
I think turtles are funny things,
They have everything but wings,
On top there’s a shell,
Underneath as well
They’re round like eggs
They’ve four short legs
A pointed tail and a hard square head.
And when its time to go to bed
They just pull
In these things and tuck them in tight
And have pleasant dreams all through the
In a field one day I found a big hole
It was far too deep for a rabbit or mole
So I got right down and looked way inside
What I found down there made my eyes open
For a fine fury woodchuck looked back at me
And whistled and whistled and came out to
Just what I wanted and why. Then he said,
Really, how thoughtless to get sleepy
people out of bed.
One cool autumn evening I heard a
“I’m tired, Ive been storing nuts all
But now I’ve enough to last me till
I’m tired, so I’ll just lie down in my
A sad fat beaver sat down on his bed
And sadly shook his little head.
“I wonder if it really pays, to work so
hard for days and days,
To build a lovely house like mine
With windows just so clean they shine,
And pretty rugs upon my floor,
And a big brass bell beside my door.
Which no one ever rings to say,
“Good Morning Beaver, are you well today?
But as the beaver shed a tear,
He stopped, a noise came to his ear.
It was his doorbell ringing clear.
So he smoother his tail and dried his
And ran to see who was at his door.
Perhaps one guest, maybe more.
He threw open his door and outside his
Stood a beautiful, well-dressed small
“Good morning Beaver, are you well today?”
“Thank you,” cried the Beaver, “Indeed, I
Ive never felt better. Have you come to stay?”
“If I may, if I’m not in the way,” said
the little mouse.
he peeped in the house.
“do please, come into the parlor and have
“And if you wish, “said the Beaver, ”
stay and live with me.”
That is just what happened, and now in
Lived a fat happy beaver and a happier
Your coat is blue
Your hat is too,
I think that’s silly but I’m not sure you
Green is my color from head to toe,
For I’m a katydid if you must know.
A baby bunny
sweet and funny
A new little colt is awfully sweet,
He has four long legs and four short feet
And a small round body with soft, soft
And his brown eyes and ears up in the air
And a nose like smooth velevet and soft
As he kicks up his heals and prances
Two little kittens side by side,
One seemed to smile, the other cried
I asked myself why, but I couldn’t decide
Unless both could have smiled but only