“The Singing Spaniel” with Teacher Notes


“The Singing Spaniel”

Lee and Jazz

On the grass

Ukulele in hand

Learning fast

Tune in the air

Jazz’s ears prick

She starts to sing

Learning real quick

Songs in the garden

Float down the street

A boy and his dog

Sounding so sweet

A bond forged in music

A love made to last

The sounds of friendship

In music is cast

Jeanie Axton

Our son Lee and our Cocker Spaniel Jazz with Zepp the Jack Russell as an audience, have a sing a long in the garden.


Teacher Notes: Heres a fun December activity:

Can you write a “Dog” song. You could choose a popular tune or make one up.

Make a dog mask and perform your song to the class



This adorable dog craft uses a printable template and a paper plate to make a project suitable for a pets, mammals, or letter D theme or just for fun.

If you cut out holes instead of using the template eyes, you can convert your dog craft to a dog mask.  Attach a paint stir stick or tongue depressor to allow your child to hold it up to their face.


  • grey paint and paintbrush (or you can keep his face white if you don’t feel like painting).
  • black marker for freckles
  • paper plate
  • something to color with (or color printer),
  • scissors
  • glue
  • paper
  • printer to print templates from internet


  • Paint the bottom of the paper plate grey or any colour you choose (or you can leave it white if you prefer).
  • Print out the craft template of choice.
  • Colour (if using the black and white version of the craft) and cut out the template pieces.  Most of the pieces are simple enough shapes for young children to cut out, but if needed, an adult can help with some of the harder pieces (the ears and the hair).
  • Glue the pieces to the plate to make a dog face:
    • Glue the ears onto either side of the head.
    • Glue the hair onto the center top of the head.
    • Glue the eyes onto the face under the hair (or cut out holes for eyes in a mask).
    • Glue the eyebrows above the eyes.
    • Glue the nose under the eyes.
    • Glue the mouth under the nose.
    • Use a black marker to add a few freckles on either side of the nose.

Have fun




If N is for Nose


If N is for nose,

And T is for toes,

Then why is it K,

For someone who knows?


Knights have armour,

And knots get tied,

But not if the K,

Decides to hide.


And knives and forks,

Set the spoon on edge,

If the silent K’s,

Left upon a ledge.


I knock with my knuckle,

And kneel on one knee,

With a knack for knitting,

So effortlessly,


But for all my knowledge,

I have to say,

I’d have no knickers,

Without silent K.

By Lynelle Kendall

Poetry Prompt #45

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Poetry Prompt #45

This week’s prompt as we head towards Christmas is the letter “C”

Lets see (C) what you come up with

Looking forward to your contributions.

Please send to: poemoftheday.jaxton@gmail.com

And this weeks quote:

William won the 1949 Nobel Prize in Literature

Have a good week


What the nose knows

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What the nose knows.


I don’t suppose

there is a nose

more famous than



His snozzle shows

by how it grows,

he’s telling lies.

This tale arose


to caution those

whose porkies pose

a future full

of direst woes.


So why the nose

and not the toes?

The story tells

us how it goes:


Each whopper shows

upon the nose

for all to see;

the whole world knows.


Kate ONeil

When Nobody is Watching

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When Nobody is Watching


There’s lots of things that you can do

when nobody is watching you.


Play with your food then wipe your hands

all down your front and on your pants.


Or pick your nose, or sniff with glee.

There’s no-one there to see you – see?


Scratch your penknife on the chair

and carve your own initials there.


Pull a thread-long from your clothes

then tie it round your tongue and nose.


Doodle where you shouldn’t scrawl

or stick your gum against the wall.


Bite your nails or suck your thumb …

but look-out for a Peeping Tom!

by Celia Berrell


N is for Nosey.  Nosey people seem to show up just at the wrong time and catch me doing something I shouldn’t.  Mums are exceptionally good at knowing when we are being naughty.  Do you ever get caught out?

My Country

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Today is a tribute to Dorothea Mackellar.

“On the 24th November, 2017, the Society of Women Writers of NSW, along with donors to the memorial, will gather in Waverley Cemetery at 6pm to ‘unveil’ the substantial marble plaque. This honours the poet, Dorothea Mackellar (1885-1968) with the 8 lines of her most famous stanza from her poem My Country, there for all to see in perpetuity. Her gravesite is close by the ’jewel sea’ of the Pacific Ocean she so lovingly describes”

poet Dorothea Mackeller

My Country – Poem by Dorothea Mackellar

The love of field and coppice
Of green and shaded lanes,
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins.
Strong love of grey-blue distance,
Brown streams and soft, dim skies
I know, but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.

I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror
The wide brown land for me!

The stark white ring-barked forests,
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon,
Green tangle of the brushes
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops,
And ferns the warm dark soil.

Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When, sick at heart, around us
We see the cattle die
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady soaking rain.

Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the rainbow gold,
For flood and fire and famine
She pays us back threefold.
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze …

An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand
though Earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly

From Fish to Dish

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From Fish to Dish


When you eat a seafood dish,

In it there may be some fish,

These fish must have left their schools,

Since they failed to learn school rules:


Rule One


“If you see a baited hook

Do not take a second look.

Even if the bait looks yummy,

It will never reach your tummy.

You will, on the other hand,

Reach a tummy on the land.”


Rule Two


“Do not swim into a net:

That’s as far as you will get,

You’ll be hauled up to the air

And you’ll wish you were not there.

Frozen first, then fried or grilled,

Soon a stomach you’ll have filled.”


Monty Edwards






Bush Tucker


Bush tucker


I prise it from its woody nest,

examine it up close.

I never, ever would have guessed

a grub could look so gross!


It’s such an ugly, pudgy grub,

a truly horrid sight –

repulsive rolls of squishy flub

decked out in ghostly white.


The kookaburra up above

is getting itchy feet.

I know for sure she’d dearly love

to snaffle up this treat.


I’ll only have to turn around,

head back along the track,

and she’ll be swooping to the ground

to snatch her scrumptious snack.


The grub is wriggling back to bed

to tuck itself away.

The kookaburra cocks her head,

eyes fixed upon her prey.


No grub has ever hit my tum –

the notion makes me sick,

but Kookaburra’s thinking yum

marshmallow on a stick!


Jenny Erlange