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2019
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First Grade Poetry & Sayings Table of Contents I Know All the Sounds That the Animals Make Rope Rhyme Solomon Grundy Thanksgiving Day Table Manners Sing a Song of People My Shadow Hope Washington The Purple Cow The Swing Thirty Days Hath September The Pasture Wynken, Blynken, and Nod Recitation Rubric Sayings and Phrases 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 18 19 2 I Know All the Sounds That the Animals Make by Jack Prelutsky I know all the sounds that the animals make, and make them all day from the moment I wake, I roar like a mouse and I purr like a moose, I hoot like a duck and I moo like a goose. I squeak like a cat and I quack like a frog, I oink like a bear and I honk like a hog. I croak like a cow and I bark like a bee, no wonder the animals marvel at me. 3 Rope Rhyme by Eloise Greenfield Get set, ready now, jump right in Bounce and kick and giggle and spin Listen to the rope when it hits the ground Listen to that clapped-slappedy sound Jump right up when it tells you to Come back down, whatever you do Count to a hundred, count by ten Start to count all over again That’s what jumping is all about Get set, ready now, jump right out! 4 Solomon Grundy Author Unknown Solomon Grundy Born on a Monday, Christened on Tuesday, Married on Wednesday, Took ill on Thursday, Worse on Friday, Died on Saturday, Buried on Sunday. This is the end of Solomon Grundy. 5 Thanksgiving Day by Lydia Maria Child Over the river and through the wood, To grandfather’s house we go; The horse knows the way To carry the sleigh Through the white and drifted snow. Over the river and through the woodOh, how the wind does blow! It stings the toes And bites the nose, As over the ground we go. Over the river and through the wood, To have a first-rate play. Hear the bells ring, “Ting-a-ling-ding!” Hurrah for Thanksgiving Day! Over the river and through the wood, Trot fast, my dapple-gray! Spring over the ground, Like a hunting-hound! For this is Thanksgiving Day. Over the river and through the woodAnd straight through the barn-yard gate. We seem to go Extremely slowIt is so hard to wait! Over the river and through the woodNow Grandmother’s cap I spy! Hurrah for the fun! Is the pudding done? Hurrah for the pumpkin-pie! 6 Table Manners by Gelett Burgess The Goops they lick their fingers, And the Goops they lick their knives; They spill their broth on the tableclothOh, they lead disgusting lives! The Goops they talk while eating, And loud and fast they chew; And that is why I’m glad that I Am not a Goop- are you? 7 Sing a Song of People By Lois Lenski Sing a song of people Walking fast or slow; People in the city, Up and down they go. People on the sidewalk, People on the bus; People passing, passing, In back and front of us. People on the subway Underneath the ground; People riding taxis Round and round and round. People with their hats on, Going in the doors; People with umbrellas When it rains and pours. People in tall buildings And in stores below; Riding elevators Up and down they go. People walking singly, People in a crowd; People saying nothing, People talking loud. People laughing, smiling, Grumpy people too; People who just hurry And never look at you! Sing a song of people Who like to come and go; Sing a song of city people You see but never know! 8 My Shadow by Robert Louis Stevenson I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed. The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to growNot at all like proper children, which is always very slow; For he sometimes shoots up taller like an India-rubber ball, And he sometimes gets so little that there’s none of him at all. He hasn’t got a notion of how children ought to play, And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close behind me, he’s a coward you can see; I’d think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me! One morning, very early, before the sun was up, I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup; But my lazy little shadow, like an errant sleepy-head, Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed. 9 Hope by Langston Hughes Sometimes when I’m lonely, Don’t know why, Keep thinkin’ I won’t be lonely By and by. 10 Washington by Nancy Byrd Turner He played by the river when he was young, He raced with rabbits along the hills, He fished for minnows, and climbed and swung, And hooted back at the whippoorwills. Strong and slender and tall he grewAnd then, one morning, the bugles blew. Over the hills, the summons came, Over the river’s shining rim. He said that the bugles called his name, He knew his country needed him, And he answered, “Coming!” and marched away For many a night and many a day. Perhaps when the marches were hot and long He’d think of the river flowing by Or, camping under the winter sky, Would hear the whippoorwill’s far-off song. Boy or soldier, in peace or strife, He loved America all his life! 11 The Purple Cow by Gelett Burgess I never saw a Purple Cow, I never hope to see one; But I can tell you, anyhow, I’d rather see than be one! 12 The Swing by Robert Louis Stevenson How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it is the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do! Up in the air and over the wall, Till I can see so wide, Rivers and trees and cattle and all Over the countrysideTill I look down on the garden green, Down on the roof so brownUp in the air I go flying again, Up in the air and down! 13 Thirty Days Hath September Thirty days hath September April, June, and November All the rest have thirty-one, But February has twenty-eight alone, Except in leap year, that’s the time When February’s days are twenty-nine. 14 The Pasture by Robert Frost I’m going out to clean the pasture spring; I’ll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear, I may): I shan’t be gone long.- You come too. I’m going out to fetch the little calf That’s standing by the mother. It’s so young It totters when she licks it with her tongue. I shan’t be gone long.- You come too. 15 Wynken, Blynken, and Nod by Eugene Field Wynken, Blyken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoeSailed on a river of crystal light Into a sea of dew. “Where are you going, and what do you wish?” The old moon asked the three. “We have come to fish for the herring fish That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we,” Said Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. The old moon laughed and sang a song, As they rocked in the wooden shoe; And the wind that sped them all night long Ruffled the waves of dew. The little stars were the herring fish That lived in that beautiful sea; “Now cast your nets wherever you wish, Never afeared are we!” So cried the stars to the fishermen three, Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. All night long their nets they threw To the stars in the twinkling foam; Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe, Bringing the fishermen home. ‘Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed As if it could not be; And some folk thought ‘twas a dream they’d dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea; But I shall name you the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And Nod is a little head, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies 16 Is a wee one’s trundle bed; So shut your eyes while Mother sings Of wonderful sights that be, And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock in the misty sea Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three, Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. 17