The poplar is a French Tree A drives-his-roots-in-deep tree,

A tall and laughing wench tree, A what-I-find-I-keep tree,

A slender tree, a tender tree, A mighty tree, a blighty tree,

That whispers to the rain. A tree of stubborn thews.

An easy, breezy flapper tree, The pine tree is our own tree,

A lithe and blithe and dapper tree, A grown tree, a cone tree,

A girl of trees, a pearl of trees, The tree to face a bitter wind,

Besidethe shallow Aisne. The tree for mast and spar –

The Oak is a British tree, A mountain tree, a fine tree,

And not at all a skittish tree, A fragrant turpentine tree,

A rough tree, a tough tree, A limber tree, a timber tree,

A knotty tree to bruise, And resinous with tar!

Christopher Morley

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APRIL

So here we are in April, in snowy, blowy April,

In frowsy, blowsy April, the rowdy, dowdy time,

In soppy, sloppy April, in wheezy, breezy April,

In ringing, stinging April, with a singing, swinging rhyme.

The smiling sun of April on the violets is focal,

The sudden showers of April seek the dandelions out,

The tender airs of April make the local yokel vocal,

And the raises rustic ditties with a most melodious shout.

So here we are in April, in tipsy, giply April,

In showery, flowery April, the twinkly, sprinkly days,

In tingly, jingly April, in brightly wily April,

In mightly, flightly April with its highty – tighty ways!

Ted Robinson

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showers

Little Red Riding Hood and the Wolf.


As soon as Wolf began to feel

That he would like a decent meal,

He went and knocked on

Grandma's door.

When Grandma opened it, she saw

The sharp white teeth, the horrid grin,

And Wolfie said, ‘May I come in?’

Poor Grandmamma was terrified.

¢He's going to eat me up!’ she cried.

And she was absolutely right.

He ate her up in one big bite.

But Grandmamma was small

and tough,

And Wolfie wailed,

‘That's not enough!

‘I haven’t yet begun to feel

That I have had a decent meal!’

He ran around the kitchen yelping,

I’ve got to have another helping!’

Then added with a frightful leer,

‘I’m therefore going to wait right here

‘Till Little Miss Red Riding Hood

‘Comes home from walking in

the wood’

He quickly put on Grandma’s clothes,

(Of course he hadn’t eaten those.)

He dressed himself in coat and hat.

He put on shoes and after that

He even brushed and curled his hair,

Then sat himself in Grandma's chair.

In came the little girl in red.

She stopped. She started. And then she said,

‘What great big ears you have,

Grandma’.

‘All the better to hear you with,’

the Wolf replied.

‘What great big eyes you have,

Grandma,'

said Little Red Riding Hood.

All the better to see you with,’

the Wolf replied.

He sat there watching her and smiled.

He thought,

‘I’m going to eat this child.

Compared with her old Grandmamma

She’s going to taste like caviar.’

Then Little Red Riding Hood said,

‘But Grandma, what a lovely great

big furry coat you have on.’

‘That's wrong!’ cried Wolf.

‘Have you forgot

to tell me what BIG TEETH I’ve got?

‘Ah well, no matter what you say,

‘I’m going to eat you anyway.’

The small girl smiles.

One eyelid flickers.

She whips a pistol from her

knickers.

She aims it at the creature’s head.

And bang bang bang, she shoots him dead

A few weeks later, in the wood,

I came across Miss Riding Hood.

But what a change! No cloak of red,

No silly hood upon her head.

She said, ‘Hello, and do please note

‘My lovely furry WOLFSKIN COAT.’


By Ronald Dahl

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Riding Hood

REQUEST

Tell me something sweet about life,

Life without pain, stress and strife,

Something that will rise me to the skies,

Give me consolation and surprise,

Tell me something in your pleasant voice,

Something that will suit your taste and choice,

Something that will make the soul sing,

Something that will give me joy and wings.

Tell me something sweet, I beg you, dear,

Something that’ll kill my doubts, fear,

Something that will show me you’re near,

Tell me something sweet, my dear.

Jane Kislovskaya

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KINDRED SOUL

How good is to meet another soul,

One that perceives your vision and your call,

To realize that everyone is striving

To find a way of living and surviving,

To find that all have ups and downs,

At life sometimes smiles and sometimes frowns!

It’s good to learn from one’s experience and fears.

To make some points lucid, clear,

To understand that everyone’s unique

And common are the goals to which we stick.

Jane Kislovskaya

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MUSIC TO WITCH'S EAR


Downwith children! Do them in!

Boil their bones and fry their skin!

Beat them, squeeze them,

bash them, mash them!

Break them, snake them,

slash them, smash them!

Offer chops with magic powder!

Say "Eat up!" then say it louder.

Cram them full of sticky eats,

Send them home still guzzling sweets.

And in the morning little fools

Go marching off to separate schools.

A girl feels sick and goes all pale.

She yells, "Hey look! I've grown a tail!"

A boy who's standing next to her

Screams, "Help! I think I'm growing fur!"

Another shouts, "We look like freaks!

There's whiskers growing on our cheeks!"

A boy who was extremely tall

Cries out, "What's wrong?

I'm growing small!"

Four tiny legs begin to sprout

From everybody round about.

And all at once, all in a trice,

There are no children! Only MICE!

In every school is mice galore

All running round the school-room floor!

And all the poor demented teachers

Are yelling, "Hey, who are these creatures?"

They stand upon the desks and shout,

"Get out, you filthy mice! Get out!

Will someone fetch some mouse-traps, please!

And don't forget to bring the cheese!"

Now mouse-traps come and every trap

Goes snippy-snip and snappy-snap.

The mouse-traps have a powerful spring,

The springs go crack and snap and ping!

It's lovely noise for us to hear!

It's music to a witch's ear!

Dead mice are every place around,

Piled two feet deep upon the ground,

With teachers searching left and right,

But not a single child in sight!

The teachers cry, "What's going on?

Oh where have all children gone?

It's half-past nine and as a rule

They're never late as this for school!"

Poor teachers don't know what to do.

Some sit and read, and just a few

Amuse themselves throughout the day

By sweeping all the mice away.

AND ALL US WITCHES SHOUT HOORAY!


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AGE AND YOUTH

Crabbed Age and Youth

Cannot live together:

Youth is full of pleasance,

Age is full of care;

Youth like summer morn,

Age like winter weather;

Youth like summer brave,

Age like winter bare;

Youth is full of sport,

Age’s breath isshort;

Youth is nimble, Age is lame;

Youth is hot and bold,

Age is weak and cold;

Youth is wild and Age is tame,

Youth, I adore thee!

W. Shakespeare

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THE ARROW AND THE SONG

I shot an arrow into the air,

It fell to earth, I knew not where,

For, so swiftly it flew, the sight

Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,

It fell to earth, I knew not where;

For who has sight so keen and strong,

That it can follow the flight of a song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak,

I found the arrow, still unbroke;

And the song, from beginning to end,

I found again in the heart of a friend.

Henry W. Longfellow

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ENGLISH SPELLING

When the ENGLISH tongue we speak

Why is break not rhymed with freak?

Will you tell me why it's true

We say sew but likewise few?

And the maker of a verse

Cannot cap his horse with worse.

Beard sounds not the same as heard,

Lord is different from word.

Cow is cow, but low is low;

Shoe is never rhymed with foe

Think of hose and close and lose.

And of goose - and yet of choose.

Think of comb and tomb and bomb

Doll and roll, and home and some;

And, since pay is rhymed with say.

Why not paid with said. I pray?

We have blood and food and good;

Mould is not pronounced like could.

Wherefore done, but gone and lone?

Is there any reason known?

And in short, it seems to me

Sounds and letters disagree.

Activity 1. Which word doesn’t rhyme with the other three?


catch match thatch

slow know now grow

but put cut cup

worry hurry barrow sorry

our four hour sour

does goes toes hoes

quite guilt guile guide

seat meat read great

higher hire hitch hired

worm word worthy wore

monkey donkey money monk

dull null full sully

mean dean meant deal

raid trade red grade

pull full bull dull

fast waste past last

sight sit side sidle

by die din buy

most ghost frost host

some home mom come

found round ground soul

group proud soup could

owl bowl bow own

brown crow crown down

sow row saw know

steak head dead bread

hear heard her hurt

tough enough fought rough

blithely bridge bright bride

island ice Iceland iced

knight night knit knife

Activity 2. Which word doesn’t rhyme with the other words?


1. blown grown stone sewn lone

2. over clover Dover drover lover

3. smile style while vile aisle veil

4. hard cart stared barred starred charred

5. could good hood stood would flood

6. tough dough rough puff gruff bluff

7. stud mud bud blood wood thud

8. speak shriek cheek break deep scene

9. pier brier dear deer here weir

10. love glove dove move above

Activity 3. The words on the left are all irregular verbs in the past.


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