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Friends
by Michael Sage

There once was a bee, a good little bee
Who lived in hive, in an old gumtree
He had a friend, a tiny little flea
Who lived on a furry, little bunny

He's a boy, so he's a he
His names are short, he's called Jon Lee
His friend's a girl, so she's a she
Her names so cute, she's called Rosalee

Although unusual, and quite funny
They were true friends, the best that could be
They would meet quite often, for a nice cup of tea
Sweetened with a dollop, of delicious honey

They loved to hop and play, and yell yippee
And make strange noises, like a squirrel monkey
Or shout and scream, and yell whoopee
As they skip over branches, like a chimpanzee

It's great to run around, and shout with glee
With friends who make you feel, happy and free
We all are different, I'm sure you'll agree
Accepting that difference, is the friendship key


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A FARM HOLIDAY
By Michael Sage

What a delightful holiday on a farm
In a cottage, warm and cosy, filled with charm
A river, fairly wide, flowing by
The sun, shining brightly, in the sky

The horses greet us with a friendly neigh
We respond with handfuls of tasty hay
A heard of goats, lead by Billy, with massive horns
Grazing, between the bushes, filled with thorns

Brightly coloured Finches, red and blue and green
Our feathered neighbours, the finest one’s I’ve ever seen
Chirping in the branches of the Bluegum tree
Sharing songs of what it’s like to be happy and free

The clouds rolled in, bringing with them some heavy rain
Water, water everywhere, a rather wet and soggy terrain
Time to leave, with heavy hearts, oh so sad
A vacation to remember, one of the best we’ve ever had


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THE LITTLE RED HEN
by Anonymous

Was scratching in the farmyard
When she found a grain of wheat
“Who will plant the wheat?” said she.
“Not I,” said the duck.
“Not I,” said the cat.
“Not I,” said the dog.
“Very well then,” said the Little Red Hen, “I will.”
So she planted the grain of wheat.

After some time the wheat grew
Tall and ripe.
“Who will cut the wheat? Asked the
Little Red hen.
“Not I,” said the duck.
“Not I,” said the cat.
“Not I,” said the dog.
“Very well then, I will.” said the
Little Red Hen.
So, she cut the wheat.

“Now,” said “Who will thresh the wheat?
“Not I,” said the duck.
“Not I,” said the cat.
“Not I,” said the dog.
“Very well then, I will,” said the Little Red Hen.
So she threshed the wheat.

When the wheat was threshed, she said,
“Who will take the wheat in to the mill to
Have it ground into flour?”
“Not I,” said the duck.
“Not I,” said the cat.
“Not I,” said the dog.
“Very well then, I will,” said the Little Red Hen.

And she baked a lovely loaf of bread.
The she said,
“Who will eat the bread?
“Oh! I will,” said the duck.
“Oh! I will,” said the cat.
“Oh! I will,” said the dog.
“Oh! No, you won’t!” said the Little Red Hen.
“I will,”
And she called her chicks and
Shared the bread with them.


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MY PLAYMATE
by Mary I. Osborn

I often wonder how it is
That on a rainy day,
A little boy, just like myself,
Comes out with me to play.
And we step in all the puddles
When walking through the town,
But though I stand the right way up,
He's always upside-down.
I have to tread upon his feet,
Which is a sorry sight,
With my left foot on his left foot,
My right foot on his right.
I really wish he'd talk to me,
He seems so very kind,
For when I look and smile at him
He does the same, I find.
But I never hear him speaking,
So surely he must be
In some strange land the other side,
Just opposite to me.


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I FOUND THAT OUT MYSELF
by Anonymous

Someone told me school was all work,
There wasn't any time for fun.
No one told me how happy I'd feel,
When all my assignments were done.
I FOUND THAT OUT MYSELF!

Someone told me there were lessons to learn,
And so many rules to heed.
No one told me I would find
Such magic in the books I'd read.
I FOUND THAT OUT MYSELF!

Someone told me to be bold and fight back,
Or the boys would think I was scared.
No one told me I would meet
True and kind friends who care.
I FOUND THAT OUT MYSELF!


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THE OLD BROWN HORSE
By W. F. Holmes

The old brown horse looks over the fence
In a weary sort of way.
He seems to be saying to all who pass:
“W ell, folks, I've had my day-
I'm simply watching the world go by,
And nobody seems to mind,
As they're dashing past in their motor-cars,
A horse who is lame and half-blind.”
The old brown horse has a shaggy coat,
But once he was young and trim,
And he used to trot through the woods and lanes
With the man who was fond of him.
But his master rides in a motor-car,
And it makes him feel quite sad
When he thinks of the days that used to be,
And of all the times they had.

Sometimes a friendly soul will stop
Near the fence, where the tired old head
Rests wearily on the topmost bar,
And a friendly word is said.
Then the old brown horse gives a little sigh
As he feels the kindly touch
Of a hand on his mane or his shaggy coat,
And he doesn't mind so much.

So if you pass by the field one day,
Just stop for a word or two
With the old brown horse who was once as young
And as full of life as you.
He'll love the touch of your soft young hand,
And I know he'll seem to say
“Oh, thank you, friend, for the kindly thought
For a horse who has had his day.”


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THE RAINBOW FAIRIES
by L.M.Hadley

Two little clouds, one summer’s day,
Went flying through the sky.
They went so fast they bumped their heads,
And both began to cry.
Old Father Sun looked out and said,
“Oh! Never mind my dear,
I”ll send my little fairy folk,
To dry your falling dears.”
One fairy came in violet,
And one wore Indigo.
In blue, green, yellow, orange, red,
They made a pretty row.
They wiped the clouds-tears all away.
And then from out the sky,
Upon a line the sunbeams made,
They hung their gowns to dry.


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THERE'S A FRIEND FOR LITTLE CHILDREN
by Albert Midlane

There’s a Friend for little children
Above the bright blue sky,
A Friend who never changes,
Whose love will never die;
Our earthly friends may fail us,
And change with changing years,
This Friend is always worthy
Of that dear Name He bears.

There’s a rest for little children
Above the bright blue sky,
Who love the blessèd Savior,
And to the Father cry
A rest from every turmoil,
From sin and sorrow free,
Where every little pilgrim
Shall rest eternally.

There’s a home for little children
Above the bright blue sky,
Where Jesus reigns in glory,
A home of peace and joy
No home on earth is like it,
Nor can with it compare;
For everyone is happy
Nor could be happier there.

There’s a crown for little children
Above the bright blue sky,
And all who look for Jesus
Shall wear it by and by;
A crown of brightest glory,
Which He will then bestow
On those who found his favor
And loved His Name below.

There’s a song for little children
Above the bright blue sky,
A song that will not weary,
Though sung continually;
A song which even angels
Can never, never sing
They know not Christ as Savior,
But worship Him as King.

There’s a robe for little children
Above the bright blue sky,
And a harp of sweetest music,
And palms of victory.
All, all above is treasured,
And found in Christ alone:
O come, dear little children
That all may be your own.


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HOW DID IT HAPPEN?
by Anonymous

Once I grew very very tall,
My lovely sister seemed a doll,
I jumped up high to touch the sky,
What I say is not a lie.

Later I grew little more,
I could not see her anymore,
Creamy clouds sprinkled ice,
Crawling stars rolled on my eyes.

Then I grew a giant of all.
I prayed to God to make me small.
Soon I woke up with a scream
To know that all was just a dream.


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Casabianca
By Felicia Dorothea Hemans

The boy stood on the burning deck,
Whence all but him had fled.
The flame that lit the battle's wreck
Shone round him o'er the dead.

Yet beautiful and bright he stood,
As born to rule the storm.
A creature of heroic blood,
A proud, though childlike form.

The flames rolled on-he would not go
Without his father's word.
That father, faint in death below,
His voice no longer heard.

He called aloud: "Say, Father say
If yet my task is done!"
He knew not that the chieftain lay
Unconscious of his son.

"Speak, Father!" once again he cried,
"If I may yet be gone!"
-And but the booming shots replied,
And fast the flames rolled on.

Upon his brow he felt their breath,
And in his waving hair.
And looked from that lone post of death,
In still, yet brave despair.

And shouted but once more aloud,
"My Father! Must I stay?"
While o'er him fast, through sail and shroud,
The wreathing fires made way.

There came a burst of thunder sound-
The boy-oh! Where was he?
-Ask of the winds that far around
With fragments strewed the sea!




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