“Polly Nation” by Julie Cahill

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We’ve just installed a bee hive

in our garden – what a fright.

Well, that is what I thought when bumble bees came into sight.

I’d squeal and flap my arms around-

‘Don’t come next to me.’

Get out of our garden, you’re spoiling dolly’s tea.’

‘Polly put the kettle on,

we’ll scare them off with steam.’

It didn’t work and all I did was run and hide and scream.

But Mum and Dad explained my fear

which swiftly flew away.

‘Bees are good ecology,

ensuring coming days.

Busy workers demonstrate the ethics of hard work,

collecting pollen from the flowers-

the spreading is a perk.

Without the buzzy, fuzzy mites

we wouldn’t have our food.’

And being as I love my grub,

‘That would be mighty rude.’

“Flying Tale” by Julie Cahill 

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Flying Tale

The most favorite pet we ever had 

was little ‘Peanut,’ named by Dad

The tiny fit upon my hand

soon sprung out 

like a rubber band

When laying, he was Peanut Paste

fortunately without the taste

When chasing ‘Fly,’

our other dog 

t’was left behind at every log

We watched Fly in the longest grass

grass that bent

while Peanut chased his . . . tail 😁

“Polly Rules” by Julie Cahill

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Polly Rules

 

Polly Puss sat on the fence

sailing with his fate

Until the day the farmer opened up the farmyard gate

The sheep went out

the cows came in

which left Puss quite bemused

addressing those then left to listen

before access was closed

Alpca stretched their long necks longer

their ears pricked to his chatter

‘It matters that the sheep were led;

that cows made all that clatter

This fence is the dividing line

thin as this here whisker’

Pussy plucked to prove his point

which drew a nasty blister

‘But anyway, I rule the roost

from here, this narrow line

So just stay put you woolley herd

alpacas will be fine

You know, the gate was opened

so the tractor could pass through

Those beasts weren’t meant to cross the fence

The system’s gone askew

The grass is never greener

on the other side, you see

Those sheep and cows will end up

on the farmer’s plate for tea.’

“Flicks ‘n Chops” by Julie Cahill with Teacher Notes

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The dish ran away with the spoon
The cow looked up at the moon
She mooooed unaware
That the spoon dished with flare
Stating: ‘plating that fast, gosh, beware!’
The dish winked back in delight
Abandoned the spoon’s mid-air flight
So the spoon flicked a fit; pulled up with a spit
And the cow turned to chops, in fright
Teacher Notes by Jeanie Axton
Here is another copy of the quote by Mem Fox from Monday and a link underneath to famous Nursery Rhymes. How about this week you expose your students to Nursery Rhymes?  See who can memorise them quickly. Look at the rhyming patterns that are repeated in these old time favourites. If you can remember tell them your favourite as a child and Why?
Have fun exploring Nursery Rhymes

”Book Week” by Julie Cahill

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Book Week
Book Week comes and Book Week goes
To keep us on our tippy toes
Wondering what we all should wear?
Make-up, perfume, curly hair?
The theme’s diverse on stories read
Let me see, I’ll think in bed
I’ll tie my thinking cap up tight . . .
And stay awake for half the night
‘Harry Potter,’ he’s the guy
But Harrys will already fly
Into classrooms; out of books
Giving teachers cheeky looks
The Grinch – now he would make a scene
I’ll paint my face all slimy green
On second thoughts, maybe not
I’d end up like some slimy snot
How about a super Hero?
Batman, Spidy, to stir the marrow
But then again I am a girl
so feminine could take a whirl
Cinderella, Tinker Bell
Elsa, Anna, Rapunzel
Hey, I could grow my hair . . .
Not when we are almost there
Perhaps I’ll give the thought a miss
Write a story; use a twist
Yes, I know now who I’ll be
Here I come as crafty me

“Polly Rules” by Julie Cahill

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Polly Puss sat on the fence

sailing with his fate

Until the day the farmer opened up the farmyard gate

The sheep went out

the cows came in

which left Puss quite bemused

addressing those then left to listen

before access was closed

Alpca stretched their long necks longer

their ears pricked to his chatter

‘It matters that the sheep were led;

that cows made all that clatter

This fence is the dividing line

thin as this here whisker’

Pussy plucked to prove his point

which drew a nasty blister

‘But anyway, I rule the roost

from here, this narrow line

So just stay put you woolley herd

alpacas will be fine

You know, the gate was opened

so the tractor could pass through

Those beasts weren’t meant to cross the fence

The system’s gone askew

The grass is never greener

on the other side, you see

Those sheep and cows will end up

on the farmer’s plate for tea.’

“Polly Nation” Julie Cahill

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We’ve just installed a bee hive

in our garden – what a fright.

Well, that is what I thought when bumble bees came into sight.

I’d squeal and flap my arms around-

‘Don’t come next to me.

Get out of our garden, you’re spoiling dolly’s tea.

Polly put the kettle on,

we’ll scare them off with steam.’

It didn’t work and all I did was run and hide and scream.

But Mum and Dad explained my fear

which swiftly flew away.

‘Bees are good ecology,

ensuring coming days.

Busy workers demonstrate the ethics of hard work,

collecting pollen from the flowers-

the spreading is a perk.

Without the buzzy, fuzzy mites

we wouldn’t have our food.’

And being as I love my grub,

‘That would be mighty rude.’