Two more for the little ones

Hush!

Hush! Tread quietly and don’t disturb

For here is a moment to always treasure

For this little girl though she’s less than one

Is looking at books and chatting with pleasure

Hush! Tread quietly and softly retreat,

Tiptoe gently away from this place,

For who for a moment would ever disturb

That look of pure joy all over her face.

Hush! Tread quietly and don’t disturb

Yet linger a moment for one last little look,

For this little girl though she’s less than one

Is lost in the world of a wonderful book.

The Very Best Pet.

Some people indeed have unusual pets-

A pig, a python, a fish or a frog-

But none of them can ever compare

To the commonplace, marvellous dog.

You think he’s dozing by the hearth

But he’s always got one eye on you.

He knows exactly how you’re feeling

And he knows exactly what to do.

When you are sad this lovely creature

Places his muzzle on your knee,

Looks at you with gentle soft eyes

And gives you all his sympathy.

When you return from school or work

His greeting makes a dull day bright;

His ears go sleek, he barks with joy

He shakes and wags in pure delight.

Can you take a python for a walk?

Is a frog a blind man’s guide?

Can a fish be taught to sit and stay?

Will a pig lie faithfully by your side?

For slithering snake the answer is no

And also so for fish, frog or hog,

So always remember the very best pet

Is the loving, loyal and wonderful dog.

Yet another nursery rhyme

Old Mother Goose

Old Mother Goose is a friendly old bird

And whenever you go for a walk

If you happen to pass by her way

She will come to the fence for a talk.

Old Mother Goose is the only goose

In a scratchy, snatchy small flock of hens.

She’s old and she’s lame and in a race for food

Those speedy hens beat her time and again..

But give her some bread in a special place

Where the greedy hens can’t grab it and run,

Where it’s safe and secure and she’s left in peace,

So that she can enjoy every crumb.

For this little act of kindness and care

She will be your very best friend

And if you’ve been gone for a little while

She’ll be delighted to see you again.

So dear little ones with minds young and fresh,

What I am saying is nothing so new

For everyone knows that doing kind things

Brings that same kindness straight back to you.

Another nursery rhyme

Look little one,

The leaves have turned yellow,

The sky is pure blue,

The day mild and mellow.

Look little one,

The trees have turned bare,

There’s frost in the morning

And cold everywhere.

Look little one,

There’s buds on the trees,

Flowers are blossoming

And buzzing with bees.

Look little one,

In this blossoming blooming

The cycle of life

Is forever renewing.

Three Nursery Rhymes for my grandchildren

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The Little Girl in the Piano

There is a girl in the piano’s shine

And she looks exactly just like me.

Whenever I crawl to that same place

It’s the same little girl I always see.

She has my doll and has my toys

She sits so quietly and makes no noise.

Whenever I want her she’s always there,

She wears my clothes and has my hair,

She has my smile and shares my stare,

And finally she even has my glare,

Especially when at last I see

That she does nothing but copy me.

The Little White Dog

The little white dog sits on the bookcase

On top of the big red dictionary.

When my Pa’s hand goes behind his back

He nods his head and barks at me.

He has a little black nose and a pointy face

And his coat is snowy white,

A little red vest that says “Guide Dog Pups”

And eyes that are black and bright.

I think he’s funny and very cute;

He makes me smile and laugh

But though he barks and nods his head

His voice does seem a lot like Pa’s.

Looking at Books and Practising Words.

Eleanor Miette with sparkling eyes

Is looking at books and practising words

And because she is just twelve months old

Some people may scoff and say “Absurd”

Her mother says she’s got more than thirty

And even Grandpa can understand a few.

He smiles and he knows that on every day

Eleanor Miette is finding something new.

Whenever she comes into the lounge

Eleanor Miette gives a sweet little growl.

It is the leopard’s picture on the wall

That makes her whisper her gentle “Miaow”.

But when it’s dark and time for bed

Though she can chatter, wave and say “Bye bye”,

Eleanor Miette, like so many babes

Just crumples her face and starts to cry.