Word is a word
that rhymes with word.
But what about cord,
and ford and sword?
They don’t rhyme with word,
as you’ve no doubt heard.
How come English is so erratic,
so hard to learn and problematic?
My word, I wish I knew!
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Beetrice is all abuzz
A busy buzzing bee
Busy as a bee can be
Her home inside a tree
Shall we look and see
What she really does?
The busy bee she needs to be
Aside from all the buzz
Deep within the hive
She works her busy legs
Taking care of ‘Queenie’
While she lays more eggs
Lots of little larvae
Needing to be fed
Making sure each one has
A share of sweet bee bread
Working waxy wonders
Rooms with walls of six
Holding strong for so long
There’s no need for sticks
A fussy, clever cleaner
She keeps a spotless home
Life’s such a buzz within
Her world of honeycomb
But beware of Beetrice
Best to let her be
Show respect for her place
A home inside that tree
Should it be disturbed
The hive a bee defends
She’s got quite a sting
And so have all her friends
Lots to do in Summer
Young ones can’t get hot
Busy Beetrice fans her wings
Or else they’ll lose the lot
United with her sisters
Workers make a breeze
Cooling down bees to be
Together done with ease
Foraging for nectar
Changing it to honey
On the wing from dawn to dusk
While the days are sunny
Visiting the flowers
Beetrice never stops
She helps feed our nation
By pollinating crops
What a wonderous worker
A busy buzzing bee
Without busy Beetrice
Where would we be?
Could she understand
What bees do for us?
She’s probably too busy now
Too busy for a fuss
Busy buzzing Beetrice
Thank you for the honey
To have on buttered toast
Golden, sweet and runny!
And for tasty fruit
You work away for hours
There’s apples, pears and cherries
From pollinated flowers
We are so grateful
For treats such as these
May there always be
Busy buzzing bees!
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Mary had a little lamb,
it grew into a sheep.
It got so big and woolly,
she gave it to Bo Peep.
Little Bo Peep was
minding the sheep,
eating her curds and whey,
when a massive great spider
sat down beside her
and would not go away.
She sent off a text
to her pals Jack and Jill;
with three blind mice,
they ran up the hill.
All the king’s horses ran away with the spoon
and the sheep jumped over the moon.
Photo by James Aitchison
When did we start
having so much stuff?
To go without
would be cold and tough.
Two-and-a-half
million years ago
a few stone tools
was all we could show.
Three hundred thousand
years before now
we’d arrows and spears
and fire knowhow.
By seventy thousand
an Ice Age had stressed
those poor chilly humans
and made them get dressed!
Image from Pixabay
‘Twas a dark and stormy night among the horrible sixteen seas,
When the Pirate ship O’Hara, sailed into the dock of Fees.
It slammed into the port and jolted the ship ashore,
With sailors from the top deck attempting to break the law.
They took out a massive chainsaw and split the land in two,
By cutting a symmetrical pattern a new folklore grew and grew.
The traditional land of A lot was cut into two equal halves,
With two new entry points and stencil-crete ridden paths.
The two lands were divided and needed a name of their own,
So the Captain did some thinking, as the history has shown.
One land part was called “A” and was granted an official name,
Whilst the other land parcel called “LOT” had a symbol of a flame.
The two towns were now known as “A” and “Lot”,
And for teachers, this certainly hit the spot.
The town Alot became extinct, and was kicked off every map,
The word no longer existed – a new agreement signed in sap.
See those trees
up to their knees
in the lake.
Branches bare,
no leaves to spare,
no boat’s wake
disturbs the sunken forest,
beneath a blazing sun,
so far from everyone,
the waters are at rest.
Lake Pamamaroo, Menindee. Photo by Ginette Pestana
Teacher’s note: Nine mainly shallow lakes make up the Menindee Lakes on the Darling River in New South Wales. Menindee was the first town established on the Darling, on the lands of the Barkindji people. The nearest major city is Broken Hill.
These mussels come from the sea,
they’re not in a leg or an arm.
They’re very fresh and tasty,
and their shells are part of their charm.
Dig into the the bowl for a feast,
and eat a dozen or two;
the only muscles you’ll need
are the ones that help you chew.
Image from Pixabay
Time’s a kind of mystery,
not made of anything.
We treat it like a measurement.
A time-line piece of string.
But NOW-time can be different,
depending where things are.
We look back over many years
when gazing at a star.
The speed time passes, tick & tock
depends on where things go.
If gravity’s extremely strong
that tick & tock go slow.
Since Einstein showed us Spacetime,
THEN & THERE were surely wed.
And WHEN & WHERE got married too …
and share a Spacetime bed!
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