June 30, 2020

DAD AND THE CAT AND THE TREE BY KIT WRIGHT


DAD AND THE CAT AND THE TREE BY KIT WRIGHT 

Have you ever seen a cat climbing a tree? Sometimes a cat may climb too high and get stuck in the tree. The poor thing can’t come down without help. How would you help it? Surely, not like Dad in the poem. Is Dad a good climber? What were his plans? Read the poem to find out. 

This morning a cat got 

Stuck in our tree. 

Dad said, “Right, just 

Leave it to me.” 

The tree was wobbly, 

The tree was tall. 

Mum said, “For goodness’ 

Sake don’t fall!” 

“Fall?” scoffed Dad, 

“A climber like me? 

Child’s play, this is! 

You wait and see.” 

He got out the ladder 

From the garden shed. 

It slipped. He landed 

In the flower bed. 

“Never mind,” said Dad, 

Brushing the dirt 

Off his hair and his face 

And his trousers and his shirt, 

“We’ll try Plan B. Stand 

Out of the way!” 

Mum said, “Don’t fall 

Again, O.K.?” 

“Fall again?” said Dad. 

“Funny joke!” 

Then he swung himself up 

On a branch. It broke. 

Dad landed wallop 

Back on the deck. 

Mum said, “Stop it, 

You’ll break your neck!” 

“Rubbish!” said Dad. 

“Now we’ll try Plan C. 

Easy as winking 

To a climber like me!” 

Then he climbed up high 

On the garden wall. 

Guess what? 

He didn’t fall! 

He gave a great leap 

And he landed flat 

In the crook of the tree-trunk — 

Right on the cat! 

The cat gave a yell 

And sprang to the ground, 

Pleased as Punch to be 

Safe and sound. 

So it’s smiling and smirking, 

Smug as can be, 

But poor old Dad’s 

Still 

Stuck 

Up 

The 

Tree!

MYSTERY OF THE TALKING FAN BY MAUDE RUBIN



MYSTERY OF THE TALKING FAN BY MAUDE RUBIN 

Is there a ceiling fan in the room where you are sitting now? Is the fan quiet or noisy? If it is noisy, you may be sure it is a distant relative of the ‘talking fan’ in the poem which you are going to read. 

Once there was a talking fan - 

Electrical his chatter. 

I couldn’t quite hear what he said 

And I hope it doesn’t matter 

Because one day somebody oiled 

His little whirling motor 

And all the mystery was spoiled - 

He ran as still as water.

TREES BY SHIRLEY BAUER


TREES BY SHIRLEY BAUER
Take a few minutes to tell one another the names of trees that you know or have heard of. Mention the things trees give us.
Then read this poem about trees.....

Trees are for birds. 

Trees are for children. 

Trees are to make tree houses in. 

Trees are to swing swings on. 

Trees are for the wind to blow through. 

Trees are to hide behind in ‘Hide and Seek.’ 

Trees are to have tea parties under. 

Trees are for kites to get caught in. 

Trees are to make cool shade in summer. 

Trees are to make no shade in winter. 

Trees are for apples to grow on, and pears; 

Trees are to chop down and call, “TIMBER-R-R!” 

Trees make mothers say, 

“What a lovely picture to paint!” 

Trees make fathers say, 

“What a lot of leaves to rake this fall!”

June 29, 2020

CHIVVY BY MICHAEL ROSEN


CHIVVY BY MICHAEL ROSEN 

Grown-ups say things like: 

Speak up 

Don’t talk with your mouth full 

Don’t stare 

Don’t point 

Don’t pick your nose 



Sit up 

Say please 

Less noise 

Shut the door behind you 

Don’t drag your feet 

Haven’t you got a hankie ? 

Take your hands out of 

your pockets 

Pull your socks up 

Stand up straight 

Say thank you 

Don’t interrupt 

No one thinks you’re funny 

Take your elbows off the table 



Can’t you make your own 

mind up about anything ?

June 28, 2020

THE SQUIRREL BY MILDRED BOWERS ARMSTRONG


THE SQUIRREL BY MILDRED BOWERS ARMSTRONG 

You may have seen a squirrel sitting on the ground eating a nut. What did it look like? Here is a poet’s description of just such a squirrel. 

He wore a question mark for tail, 

An overcoat of gray, 

He sat up straight to eat a nut. 

He liked to tease and play, 

And if we ran around his tree, 

He went the other way.