I am a little girl
With short blond curls
I am very nice
I am terrified of mice
People say I am very sweet
And I believe it is so,indeed
Even when I am hurt I do not cry
I can on my own wear my tie
Everyone really likes me
And happily offers me tea
I really like to roller skate
Cricket is the sport I hate
With my friends I have some fun
All the time till the day is done......
Monday, January 25, 2010
Friday, January 22, 2010
little poem for rebamashi
Once a little boy
Loved to play with a toy
He never told lies
And he played with a dice
So he was really very nice
And he used to try many a disguise
He had some furry sweet mice
Who loved to eat rice
He was a strange little child
He liked animals that were wild
He was fond of getting money
With which he would buy honey
So he called out the whole day through
A wonderful song for you
"Honey honey honey
Sweet sweet honey
Give me your money
And then buy your honey"
So you truly know him well now
And gifts upon him you should bestow
He really truly likes you
Do you like him too??
Loved to play with a toy
He never told lies
And he played with a dice
So he was really very nice
And he used to try many a disguise
He had some furry sweet mice
Who loved to eat rice
He was a strange little child
He liked animals that were wild
He was fond of getting money
With which he would buy honey
So he called out the whole day through
A wonderful song for you
"Honey honey honey
Sweet sweet honey
Give me your money
And then buy your honey"
So you truly know him well now
And gifts upon him you should bestow
He really truly likes you
Do you like him too??
ambitions
Is a doctor what you want to be?
With loads of patients to examine and see
Or a teacher with heavy sacks of books
And never any time to care for your looks?
Or an astronaut so that into the space you shall fly?
But ever thought that without oxygen you shall die
Do you want to be a pilot?
Or a driver,I hope certainly not
What about becoming a poet,is that what you will be?
Actually I intend to become one,you see
So decide 'bout your future and hurry up
So that one day we'll meet in your office and say"whats up"?
At last I have decided to be in L.A. a singer
So that everyone about my beautiful talent shall really wonder.
With loads of patients to examine and see
Or a teacher with heavy sacks of books
And never any time to care for your looks?
Or an astronaut so that into the space you shall fly?
But ever thought that without oxygen you shall die
Do you want to be a pilot?
Or a driver,I hope certainly not
What about becoming a poet,is that what you will be?
Actually I intend to become one,you see
So decide 'bout your future and hurry up
So that one day we'll meet in your office and say"whats up"?
At last I have decided to be in L.A. a singer
So that everyone about my beautiful talent shall really wonder.
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