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See the piggy,
See the puddle,
See the muddy little puddle.
See the piggy in the middle
Of the muddy little puddle.
She her dawdle, she her diddle
In the muddy, muddy middle.
See her waddle, plump and little,
In the very merry middle.


See her daddy,
Fuddy-duddy, fuddy-duddy, fuddy-duddy.
“Don’t bạn get all muddy,
Muddy, muddy, muddy, muddy.
bạn are much too plump and little
To be in the muddy middle.
Mud is squishy, mud is squashy,
Mud is oh so squishy-squashy.
What bạn need is lots of soap.”
But the piggy answered,
“Squishy-squashy, squishy-squashy—NOPE!”


See her mommy,
Fiddle-faddle, fiddle-faddle, fiddle-faddle.
“Get out of there—skedaddle,
Daddle, daddle, daddle, daddle.
bạn are much too plump and little
To be in the muddy middle.
Mud is mooshy, mud is squooshy,
Mud is oh so mooshy-squooshy.
What bạn need is lots of soap.”
But the piggy answered,
“Mooshy-squooshy, mooshy-squooshy—NOPE!”


See her brother,
Silly billy, Silly billy, Silly billy.
“Do not waddle willy-nilly,
Willy-nilly, willy-nilly.
bạn are much too plump and little
To be in the muddy middle.
Mud is oofy, mud is poofy,
Mud is oh so oofy-poofy.
What bạn need is lots of soap.”


But the piggy answered,
“Oofy-poofy, oofy-poofy—NOPE!”


Now they all stood in a huddle,
Right beside the muddy puddle.
And they looked into the puddle—
What a muddy, muddy, muddle!


There was piggy, plump and little,
In the very merry middle.
She was waddling, she was paddling,
She was diving way down derry.
She was wiggling, she was giggling.
She was very, very merry.
đã đưa ý kiến the mother, “Little piggy, bạn have made me very mad.”
đã đưa ý kiến the father, “Little piggy, bạn have made me very sad.”
“Little piggy,” đã đưa ý kiến the brother, “You are very, very bad.”
đã đưa ý kiến the piggy, “Squishy-squashy, mooshy-squooshy, very bad.”


“Dear, oh dear,” đã đưa ý kiến piggy’s mother.
“What’s a mother pig to do?”
She thought and thought and thought and thought—
And then, of course, she knew.
She said, “I bet my feet get wet.”
And—jumped—in—too!


See two piggies in the puddle,
In the muddy little puddle.
See the piggy and her mommy
In the muddy little puddle.
“Me oh my,” đã đưa ý kiến piggy’s father.
“What’s a mother pig to do?”
He thought and thought and thought and thought—
And then, of course, he knew.
He said, “I bet my tail gets wet.”
And—jumped—in—too!


See three piggies in the puddle,
In the muddy little puddle.
See mommy, daddy, piggy
In the muddy little puddle.
“Boo-hoo-hoo,” cried piggy’s brother.
“Whatever shall I do?”
He thought, but not for very long,
Because, of course, he knew.
He held his nose and yelled, “Here goes!”
And—jumped—in—too!


See four piggies in the puddle,
In the muddy little puddle.
See the piggies in the middle
Of the muddy little puddle.
She them diddle, big and little
In the very merry middle.
đã đưa ý kiến the daddy, “Mud is squishy,
Mud is oh so squishy-squashy.”
đã đưa ý kiến the mommy, “Mud is mooshy,
Mud is oh so mooshy-squooshy.”
đã đưa ý kiến the brother, “Mud is oofy,
Mud is oh so oofy-poofy.”


đã đưa ý kiến the piggy,
“Squishy-squashy, mooshy-squooshy, oofy-poofy.
Indeed,” đã đưa ý kiến little piggy,
“I think we need some soap.”
But the other piggies answered,
“Oofy-poofy—NOPE!”


So they all chim bồ câu, bồ câu way down derry,
And were very, very merry.
Alistair Grittle was a sensible boy.


Every ngày he made a danh sách of the things he had to do.
Then he made a danh sách of things he did not have to do.

He was always on time for school. The school clock was set bởi Alistair’s watch.


He hung up his áo khoác every night and put his shoes in plastic bags.

Alistair took especially good care of thư viện books. He washed his hands before he read them so that he would not smudge the pages. And he always returned them to the thư viện on time.


One day, when Alistair was returning his sách to the library, something unusual happened.


He was picked up bởi a không gian ship and...
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posted by hornean
Have bạn ever seen dinosaur skeletons in a museum?
I have.
I visit them all the time.
I went again yesterday.

I saw APATOSAURUS.


I saw CORYTHOSAURUS.

I saw IGUANODON and TRICERATOPS.
I like to say their names.


SCOLOSAURUS was just where I had left it.
And TYRANNOSAURUS REX looked as fierce as ever.
TYRANNOSAURUS used to scare me.
I still can’t believe how big it is.
Just its head is almost twice my size.

I’m not afraid of Khủng long anymore.
Sometimes I call them “you bag of bones” under my breath
I can spend hours looking at them.
I used to wonder where they came from and how they got into the museum....
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posted by hornean
Run outside to play in the warm summer sun where the cỏ grows tall and sunflowers fill the fields.

Baby bears play just like you.
They grow fat and round on fresh summer cỏ and learn to catch their first cá bữa tối, bữa ăn tối down bởi the riverbank.
Summer is time to learn and to grow.

Baby mountain con cừu, cừu learn the safest path to summer meadows. ngỗng con, gosling wings grow stronger, their voices louder.

Up in the trees, the songs of spring suddenly soften. tiếng róc rách, chim lằn ranh, chích sậy mothers and tiếng róc rách, chim lằn ranh, chích sậy fathers, busy feeding their young, have little time to sing. Hummingbirds sip nectar for themselves and catch bugs for their tiny...
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posted by hornean
“It’s there! It’s really there!”
The rotting hull of a ship has been found on the ocean floor. Within the wreck lies a fabulous treasure.

The story of each underwater treasure hunt is different, but each goes back to the same beginning…the sinking of a ship. The story of the hunt for the Nuestra Señora de Atocha, a Spanish galleon, begins the same way.

THE ATOCHA
The Sinking

It is 1622. The Atocha with its fleet of sister ships, makes its way back from South America to Spain. The Atocha is a treasure ship, laden with gold, jewels, silver bars, and thousands of coins.
The fleet makes a...
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“Good morning,” đã đưa ý kiến Wilbur.
“You’re late,” grumbled the director.
Wilbur had only ten phút to get made up, go to Wardrobe, and finish learning his lines.

“Hold still,” đã đưa ý kiến Maxine, the makeup woman. “I have to make bạn look strong and smart. It isn’t easy, bạn know!” she joked.
With practiced skill, the Wardrobe Department transformed Wilbur into the Bionic Bunny.
First they snapped on his costume with the built-in muscles.
They tied his bionic sneakers, which made him taller.
They strapped on his bionic wristwatcher, which supposedly let him see anything anywhere.
Finally,...
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WINTER MORNING
bởi Ogden Nash

Winter is the king of showmen,
Turning cây stumps into snow men
And houses into birthday cakes
And spreading sugar over the lakes.
Smooth and clean and frost white
The world looks good enough to bite.
That’s the season to be young,
Catching snowflakes on your tongue.

Snow is snowy when it’s snowing
I’m sorry it’s slushy when it’s going.


SNOW
bởi Karla Kuskin

We’ll play in the snow
And stray in the snow
And stay in the snow
In a snow-white park.
We’ll clown in the snow
And frown in the snow
Fall down in the snow
Till it’s after dark.
We’ll cook snow pies
In a big snow pan.
We’ll make snow eyes
In a round snow man.
We’ll sing snow songs
And chant snow chants
And roll in the snow
In our fat snow pants.
And when it’s time to go trang chủ to eat
We’ll have snow toes
On our frosted feet.
posted by hornean
WATCH ME ON THE WING

Sweeper: the deeper I can play
the faster I can lay
out my traps for their fullback
moving too close to mid field.
I shine along the sidelines
from mid field
back to our goal.

I am the quickest,
sharpest,
most intelligent,
(and
most modest,) player on
my
team:
in this league.

I have the
superspeed:
I have the need to do a little
more
than play only one position. I
defend. I score. I run lik
wind
across the ngô fields of
this
town.
I am a brown tornado on a
muddy
day.
The opposition knows
I come to play with
all I bring. They
watch:

watch me on the wing.


SWEET

You are at the line. bạn take a deep breath....
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In Ms. Frizzle’s class, we had been learning about animals’ homes for almost a month. We were pretty tired of it.
So everyone was happy when Ms. Frizzle announced, “Today we start something new.”

"We are going to study about our earth!" đã đưa ý kiến Ms. Frizzle. She put us to work nghề viết văn reports about earth science.
“And for homework,” she said, “each person must find a rock and bring it to school."

But the tiếp theo day, almost everyone had some excuse.

Only four people had done their homework. And Phil was the only one who had found a real rock.

“I guess we’ll have to go on a field trip and...
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Lolly, con nhện, nhện and Sam had a picnic on the beach.
“I’m as full as a tick,” đã đưa ý kiến Lolly.
“Me too,” đã đưa ý kiến Sam.
“Hot chó and nước chanh always hit the spot.”

“Now for a swim,” đã đưa ý kiến Spider.
“Oh, no,” đã đưa ý kiến Lolly.
“Not so soon after lunch.”
“Rats,” đã đưa ý kiến Spider.

“How about a nap?” asked Sam.
“Oh, no,” đã đưa ý kiến the others.
“Naps are no fun at all.”
“Very true,” đã đưa ý kiến Sam.

“Want to hear a story?” asked Lolly.
“I brought along my reader.”
“A fine idea,” đã đưa ý kiến her friends.
“Then let’s begin,” đã đưa ý kiến Lolly.

LOLLY’S STORY

The con chuột saw the cat and the dog.
“I see them,”...
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Hermit cua, con cua was forever growing too big for the house on his back.

It was time to find a new house. He crawled up out of the water looking for something to hide in, where he would be an toàn, két an toàn from the pricklepine fish.
He stepped along the shore, bởi the sea, in the sand...
scritch-scratch, scritch-scratch

...until he came to a rock.
Is this a house for Hermit Crab?
Turning himself around, Hermit cua, con cua backed his hind legs beneath the rock. The rock would not budge. It was too heavy.
So he stepped along the shore, bởi the sea, in the sand...
scritch-scratch, scritch-scratch

...until he came to a rusty old...
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posted by hornean
When Ludlow was born, everyone immediately noticed this shape:



It wasn’t a cute little dimple.
It wasn’t an adorable nose.


And as the rest of him grew and developed and changed
IT DIDN’T.
It only opened for food, an occasional Burp! and plenty of grumbling.


Ludlow worked in a complaint department.


At the end of the day, he felt grumpier than ever.
Night after night he came home, grumbling and growling, and went to bed,
But one night something happened.


Ludlow had a dream.
Not just any dream—THE FUNNIEST DREAM IN THE WORLD!!!
(Ludlow: Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!)
He giggled. He guffawed....
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This morning I asked Mom, “Why can’t I have a dog?”
“Not now,” she said. “Not again.”
And not to bother her when she’s busy.

So I asked Daddy, “Why can’t I have a dog? Last năm bạn đã đưa ý kiến I could have one when I was bigger. And I’m a lot bigger, see? So why not now?”

“Because of tight times,” đã đưa ý kiến Daddy. He đã đưa ý kiến I was too little to understand.
“I’m not too little,” I said.
Daddy đã đưa ý kiến he’d give me a shoulder ride and tell me all about it at breakfast.

He đã đưa ý kiến tight times are when everything keeps going up.
I had a balloon that did that once.
Daddy đã đưa ý kiến tight times are...
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This is Arthur before he got glasses.
He looked fine, but he couldn’t see very well.
Sometimes he got headaches.

Arthur had to hold his book so close that his nose got in the way.
He couldn’t see the board.
Francine had to read Arthur the problems.
“Are bạn blind?” she always asked.
Francine got every problem right.
Arthur didn’t.

No one wanted to play with Arthur.

Arthur’s father and mother took him to the optometrist.
Dr. Iris tested Arthur’s eyes.
“You need glasses,” đã đưa ý kiến Dr. Iris.

Arthur tried on all kinds of frames.
He chose the ones he liked best.
“You look very handsome in your...
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