“Ratty Writing” by James Aitchison

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RATTY WRITING

 

Slopy loops,

O’s like hoops,

b’s like d’s,

a’s like e’s,

are they m’s?

are they n’s?

c that e?

no, it’s c,

lots of blots,

lots of dots —

what a scrawl,

can’t read at all!

“The Lily Sleeps Tonight” by James Aitchison

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Teaching tip:

Ask students to bring cuttings of spring flowers.

Then invite the class to sing and clap to the tune of

A-weema-weh The lion sleeps tonight.

 

The Lily Sleeps Tonight

 

A-daffodil, a-daffodil, a-daffo-dil, a-daffo-dil

A-dah-li-a, a-dah-li-a, a-dah-li-a, a-dah-li-a

A-hyacinth, a-hya-cinth, a-hya-cinth, a-hya-cinth

A-butter-cup, a-butter-cup, abutter-cup, a-butter-cup

 

In the garden, the mighty garden

The lily sleeps tonight

In the garden, the quiet garden

Its bloom is a delight

 

Camellias, camellias, camellias, camellias

Ranunculus, ranunculus, ranunculus, ranunculus

A-tulip-too, a-tulip-too, atulip-too, a-tulip-too

A-daffodil, a-daffodil, a-daffo-dil, a-daffo-dil

                               

 

 

 

 

 

“A mockery of crockery” by James Aitchison

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A mockery of crockery

 

“Hey diddle diddle,”

Said the cat to the fiddle,

“The dish ran away with the spoon.”

The fiddle said, “Yo!

“That spoon had to go,

And the dish wasn’t round like the moon.”

 

“Hey diddle diddle,”

Said the cat to the fiddle,

“What are we going to do?”

The fiddle said, “Man,

“Eat with your hand,

“That dish and spoon belonged in a zoo.”

“Farmyard frolics” by James Aitchison

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Farmyard frolics

 

The farm wakes up to the sound of chooks,

The pigs give the cows some dirty looks,

The grumpy goose nips a sleepy sheep,

The ducks duck into the pond so deep.

 

The rabbits dig in the vegie patch

While the dogs wake up and have a scratch.

The horse goes for a little canter

And birds enjoy their feathered banter.

 

The scarecrow yawns and gives us a grin —

Even he can’t sleep through all the din!

What a busy way to start each day,

When all my farm friends come out to play.

“Make reading your secret power” by James Aitchison

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Make reading your secret power

 

Wimpy Kid and Winnie the Pooh,

Harry Potter, Peter Rabbit,

Rangers Apprentice and Dr Who

All give you the reading habit.

 

The words form pictures in your mind

Just read a book and find out how!

You will never get left behind

When readings your secret power!

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“Dizzy Disney” by James Aitchison

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Dizzy Disney

 

The Lion King got Tangled

in Cinderellas hair,

while Pinocchios long nose

tripped Mulan on the stair.

Beauty and the Beast came down

to see what was the fuss,

Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs

said, please do not blame us!

Aladdin called for silence,

The Little Mermaid cried,

Sleeping Beauty couldnt sleep,

but Pocahontas tried.

Bambi ran Into the Woods

and hid behind a log,

and Dumbo was Frozen when

The Princess kissed a Frog.

 

“WHOSE VEGIE IS WHOSE?” by James Aitchison

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WHOSE VEGIE IS WHOSE?

If your name is Elsie Babbage,

You’ve no choice — just eat cabbage.

 

If your name is Arthur Ellis,

Pick green beans from a trellis.

 

If your name is Roger Lovell,

Dig vegies with a shovel.

 

If your name is Charlie Cato,

You’ll only eat potato.

 

If your name is Betty Barratt,

You’re destined to eat carrot.

 

But if your name is Russel Proust,

Sorry — you’re stuck with Brussels sprouts!

“My Friend the Clouds” by James Aitchison

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MY FRIENDS THE CLOUDS
 
I can see eye to eye
with the sky,
A sea of blue stretching
wide and high.
See that castle
made from cloud?
See where other
planes have ploughed?
See those fluffy
balls of wool?
Are they empty?
Are they full?
I can see eye to eye
with the sky,
And drift to sleep as the
clouds roll by.

“The rat’s drum” by James Aitchison

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The rat’s drum

A rat bought a drum,

A very nice drum,

And played it down in the drain.

Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat,

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat.

 

He played on that drum,

That very nice drum,

Until it started to rain.

Rat-a-tat-tat, rat-a-tat-tat,

Rat-a-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat-tat.

 

The drain filled up fast,

The water surged past,

And washed everything away.

That was the end, that was the end,

That was the end of the rat-a-tat-tat.

 

“Frost in Oz” by James Aitchison

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FROST IN OZ

I see icicles everywhere

On my bike and on the stair.

Down on the gate and on the grass,

Our chooks are giving eggs a pass.

I see icicles hither and yon,

I see them hanging on Uncle Ron,

On the dunny and on the ’roo,

And on my mother’s washing too.

I reckon this year the frost is worse,

With icicles on the local hearse.

I’ve never seen this kind of dew

What’s Australia coming to?