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Types of Poems

funny (humorous) poems

nursery rhymes

animal poems

poems about sport

poems about the senses

limericks

old poems

counting rhymes

nonsense poems

Week 1 Monday Comprehension 1

© Original plan copyright Hamilton Trust, who give permission for it to be adapted as wished by individual users. Y2 Sum P1 Favourite poemsWe refer you to our warning, at the foot of the plan, about links to other websites.

Poems for Group ReadingThe lion and the unicorn Were fighting for the crownThe lion beat the unicornAll around the town.Some gave them white bread,And some gave them brown; Some gave them plum cake,And sent them out of town.

One, two,Buckle my shoe.

Three four,Knock at the door.

Five, six,Pick up sticks.

Seven, eight,Lay them straight.

Nine, ten,A big, fat hen.

Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?I’ve been up to London to visit the queen!Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there?I frightened a little mouse under her chair.Meow!

Cats Cats sleepAnywhere, Any table,Any chair, Top of piano,Window-ledge, In the middle, On the edge,Open drawer,Empty shoeAnybody’s Lap will do.

p26 I Like This Poem, p328 The Works 3Mice


Eleven, twelve,Dig and delve.

Thirteen, fourteen,Maids a-courting.

Fifteen, sixteen,Maids in the kitchen.

Seventeen, eighteen,Maids a-waiting.

Nineteen, twenty,My plate’s empty!

Fitted in aCardboard box,In the cupboardWith your frocks – Anywhere!They don’t care!Cats sleepAnywhere.

by Eleanor Farjeon

I think miceAre rather nice. Their tails are long, Their faces small, They haven’t any Chins at all. Their ears are pink, Their teeth are white, They run about The house at night. They nibble things They shouldn’t touch And no-one seems To like them much.But I think miceAre rather nice.

by Rose Fylemanp27 I Like This Poem, p232 Read Me 1

Daddy Fell into the Pond

Everyone grumbled. The sky was grey.We had nothing to do and nothing to say.We were nearing the end of a dismal day.And there seemed to be nothing beyond, Then Daddy fell into the pond!

And everyone’s face grew merry and bright,And Timothy danced for sheer delight.“Give me the camera, quick, oh quick!He’s crawling out of the duckweed!” Click!

Then the gardener suddenly slapped his knee,And doubled up, shaking silently,And the ducks all quacked as if they were daft,And it sounded as if the old drake laughed.Oh there wasn’t a thing that didn’t respond When Daddy fell into the pond!

by Alfred Noyesp20 I Like This Poem, p52 Read Me 1

Sea Fever

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky,© Original plan copyright Hamilton Trust, who give permission for it to be adapted as wished by individual users. Y2 Sum P1 Favourite poemsWe refer you to our warning, at the foot of the plan, about links to other websites.

All I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking,And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tideIs a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,And the flung spray and the brown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life,To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the winds like a whetted knifeAll I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover,And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

by John Masefieldp103 I Like This Poem, p194 The Works 5

On the Ning Nang Nong

On the Ning Nang NongWhere the cows go Bong!And the monkeys all say Boo!There’s a Nong Nang NingWhere the trees go Ping!And the teapots Jibber Jabber Joo.On the Nong Ning Nang All the mice go Clang!And you just can’t catch ‘em when they do!So it’s Ning Nang Nong!Cows go Bong!Nong Nang Ning! Trees go Ping!Nong Ning Nang! The mice go Clang!What a noisy place to belong,Is the Ning Nang Ning Nang Nong!!

by Spike Milligan

p10 I Like This Poem, p331 The Works

The Owl and the Pussy-Cat


The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to seaIn a beautiful pea-green boat:They took some honey, and plenty of moneyWrapped up in a five pound note.The Owl looked up to the stars above,And sang to a small guitar,‘Oh lovely Pussy, O Pussy, my love,What a beautiful Pussy you are,You are, You are! What a beautiful Pussy you are!’

Pussy said to the Owl, ‘You elegant fowl,How charmingly sweet you sing!Oh! Let us be married; too long we have tarriedBut what shall we do for a ring?’They sailed away, for a year and a day,To the land where the bong-tree grows;And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood,With a ring at the end of his nose,His nose,His nose, With a ring at the end of his nose.

‘Dear Pig, are you willing, to sell for one shillingYour ring?’ said the Piggy, ‘I will.’So they took it away, and were married next dayBy the turkey who lives on the hill.They dined on mince and slices of quinceWhich they ate with a runcible spoon.And hand in hand, on the edge of the sand,They danced by the light of the moon,The moon,The moon,They danced by the light of the moon.

by Edward Learp11 I Like This Poem, p393 The Works 2, p65 The Works

There was a Young Lady whose bonnet,Came untied when the birds sat upon it;

But she said, “I don't care!All the birds in the air

Are welcome to sit on my bonnet!”

by Edward Lear

p13 The Book of Nonsense and Nonsense SongsWindy nightsWhenever the moon and stars are set,Whenever the wind is high,All night long in the dark and wet


A man goes riding by. Late in the night when the fires are out,Why does he gallop and gallop about?

Whenever the trees are crying aloud,And ships are tossed at sea,By on the highway, low and loud,By at the gallop goes he.By at the gallop he goes, and thenBy he comes back at the gallop again.

by Robert Louis Stevenson 1880sp13 I Like This Poem, p89 The Works 7

The Tyger!

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, and what art. Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand? And what dread feet? What the hammer? What the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And watered heaven with their tears, Did he smile his work to see? Did he who made the Lamb make thee? Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

by William Blake 1794p369 The WorksWeek 1 Monday Comprehension 1

The Shark

A treacherous monster is the Shark,He never makes the least remark.


And when he sees you on the sand,He doesn’t seem to want to land.

He watches you take off your clothes,And not the least excitement shows.

His eyes do not grow bright or roll,He has astounding self-control.

He waits till you are quite undressed,And seems to take no interest.

And when towards the sea you leap,He looks as if he were asleep.

But when you once get in his range,His whole demeanour seems to change.

He throws his body right aboutAnd his true character comes out.

It’s no use crying or appealing,He seems to lose all decent feeling.

After his warning you will wishTo keep clear of this treacherous fish.

His back is black, his stomach white,He has a very dangerous bite.

by Lord Alfred Douglasp222 The Works 2

Week 1 Tuesday Comprehension 2/Spoken Language 1


Lone Dog

I’m a lean dog, a keen dog, a wild dog and lone,I’m a rough dog, a tough dog, hunting on my own!I’m a bad dog, a mad dog, teasing silly sheep;I love to sit and bay the moon and keep fat souls from sleep.

I’ll never be a lap dog, licking dirty feet,A sleek dog, a meek dog, cringing for my meat.Not for me the fireside, the well-filled plate,But shut door and sharp stone and cuff and kick and hate.

Not for me the other dogs, running by my side,Some have run a short while, but none of them would bide.O mine is still the lone trail, the hard trail, the best,Wide wind and wild stars and the hunger of the quest.

by Irene Mcleodp35 I Like This Poem

Week 1 Tuesday Comprehension 2/Spoken Language 1© Original plan copyright Hamilton Trust, who give permission for it to be adapted as wished by individual users. Y2 Sum P1 Favourite poemsWe refer you to our warning, at the foot of the plan, about links to other websites.

Today I Saw a Little Worm

Today I saw a little worm Wriggling on his belly. Perhaps he’d like to come inside And see what’s on the Telly.

by Spike Milliganp26 The Nation’s Favourite Children’s Poems

The Tickle Rhyme

“Who’s that tickling my back?” said the wall.“Me,” said a smallCaterpillar. “I’m learningTo crawl!”

by Ian Serraillier

p12 I Like This Poem, p144 The Nation’s Favourite Children’s Poems

Ducks’ Ditty

All along the backwater,Through the rushes tall,Ducks are a-dabbling,Up tails all!

Ducks’ tails, drakes’ tails,Yellow feet a-quiver,Yellow bills all out of sightBusy in the river!

Slushy green undergrowthWhere the roach swim –Here we keep our larder,Cool and full and dim.

Every one for what he likes!We like to beHeads down, tails up,Dabbling free!

High in the blue aboveSwifts whirl and call –We are down a-dabblingUp tails all!

by Kenneth GrahameWeek 1 Tuesday Comprehension 2/Spoken Language 1© Original plan copyright Hamilton Trust, who give permission for it to be adapted as wished by individual users. Y2 Sum P1 Favourite poemsWe refer you to our warning, at the foot of the plan, about links to other websites.

Questions about the Poems

The Tickle Rhyme:1. Who is tickling the wall?________________________________________________________________

2. What is the caterpillar learning to do?________________________________________________________________

3. Which word rhymes with crawl?________________________________________________________________

Today I Saw a Little Worm:1. What does the worm wriggle on?________________________________________________________________

2. What does the word ‘belly’ rhyme with?________________________________________________________________

3. Did the poem make you laugh? Why?________________________________________________________________

Cats:1. Can you name three places where cats like to sleep?________________________________________________________________

2. What is in the cupboard where cats like to sleep?________________________________________________________________

3. Can you find the two words which rhyme with ‘anywhere’ in the poem?________________________________________________________________

Mice:1. What colour are the mice’s ears?________________________________________________________________

2. What don’t the mice have any of?________________________________________________________________

3. Does the poet like mice?________________________________________________________________

4. What word rhymes with white?________________________________________________________________


The Shark:1. What does the shark wait for you to do?

_________________________________________________________________________

2. What colour is the shark’s underside?

_________________________________________________________________________

3. What word rhymes with clothes? _________________________________________________________________________

4. Can you find some other words that rhyme with shark? _________________________________________________________________________

Ducks’ Ditty1. What sort of animal is a roach? _________________________________________________________________________

2. Why is the word ‘we’ in italics twice?_________________________________________________________________________

3. What are the ducks doing when their tails are up?_________________________________________________________________________

4. What do you think the word ‘dabbling’ means?_________________________________________________________________________

Lone Dog:1. What sort of dog will he never be? _________________________________________________________________________

2. Find three words (adjectives) that describe the dog. _________________________________________________________________________

3. What does the word ‘keen’ mean?

_________________________________________________________________________

4. What word rhymes with lone? _________________________________________________________________________

5. Can you find some other words that rhyme with lone? _________________________________________________________________________

Week 1 Tuesday Comprehension 2/Spoken Language 1© Original plan copyright Hamilton Trust, who give permission for it to be adapted as wished by individual users. Y2 Sum P1 Favourite poemsWe refer you to our warning, at the foot of the plan, about links to other websites.

Punctuation in Poems

Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?I’ve been up to London to visit the queen!Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, what did you there?I frightened a little mouse under her chair.Meow!

Traditional

The Shark (part of)

A treacherous monster is the Shark,He never makes the least remark.

And when he sees you on the sand,He doesn’t seem to want to land.

He watches you take off your clothes,And not the least excitement shows.

by Lord Alfred Douglas

Ducks’ Ditty (part of)

All along the backwater,Through the rushes tall,Ducks are a-dabbling,Up tails all!

by Kenneth Grahame

The Tyger (part of)

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

by William Blake

Week 1 Wednesday Grammar 1/Transcription 1© Original plan copyright Hamilton Trust, who give permission for it to be adapted as wished by individual users. Y2 Sum P1 Favourite poemsWe refer you to our warning, at the foot of the plan, about links to other websites.

Classic Poems

Some One

Some one came knocking At my wee, small door;Some one came knocking, I’m sure – sure – sure;I listened, I opened, I looked to left and right,But nought there was a-stirring In the still dark night;Only the busy beetle Tap-tapping in the wall,Only from the forest The screech-owl’s call,Only the cricket whistling While the dewdrops fall,So I know not who came knocking, At all, at all, at all.

by Walter de la Mare

p159 The Nations’ Favourite Children’s Poems

There was an Old Man

There was an Old Man with a beard,Who said, “It is just as I feared! –

Two Owls and a Hen,four Larks and a Wren,

Have all built their nests in my beard!”

by Edward Lear

p246 The Works


Bed in Summer

In winter I get up at nightAnd dress by yellow candle-light.In summer, quite the other way,I have to go to bed by day.

I have to go to bed and seeThe birds still hopping on the tree,Or hear the grown-up people’s feetStill going past me in the street.

And does it not seem hard to you,When all the sky is clear and blue,And I should like so much to play,To have to go to bed by day?

by R L Stevenson

p171 The Nation’s Favourite Children’s Poems

Happiness

John hadGreat BigWaterproofBoots on;John had aGreat BigWaterproofHat;John had a Great BigWaterproofMackintosh –And that(Said John) Is That.

by A A Milne



The Star

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,How I wonder what you are!Up above the world so high,Like a diamond in the sky.

When the blazing sun is gone,When he nothing shines upon,Then you show your little light,Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

Then the traveller in the dark,Thanks you for your tiny spark,He could not see which way to go,If you did not twinkle so.

In the dark blue sky you keep,And often through my curtains peep,For you never shut your eye,Till the sun is in the sky.

As your bright and tiny spark,Lights the traveller in the dark –Though I know now what you are,Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

by Jane Taylor



The Way through the Woods

They shut the road through the woodsSeventy years ago.Weather and rain have undone it again,And now you would never knowThere was once a road through the woodsBefore they planted the trees.It is underneath the coppice and heath,And the thin anemones.Only the keeper seesThat, where the ring-dove broods,And the badgers roll at ease,There was once a road through the woods.Yet, if you enter the woodsOf a summer evening late,When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed poolsWhere the otter whistles his mate(They fear not men in the woods,Because they see so few),You will hear the beat of a horse’s feet,And the swish of a skirt in the dew,Steadily cantering throughThe misty solitudes,As though they perfectly knewThe old lost road through the woods . . .But there is no road through the woods!

by Rudyard Kipling

p96 I Like This Poem

Week 1 Thursday Comprehension 3© Original plan copyright Hamilton Trust, who give permission for it to be adapted as wished by individual users. Y2 Sum P1 Favourite poemsWe refer you to our warning, at the foot of the plan, about links to other websites.

Humorous and Nonsense PoemsJabberwocky

'Twas brillig, and the slithy tovesDid gyre and gimble in the wabe;All mimsy were the borogoves,And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!Beware the Jubjub bird, and shunThe frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:Long time the manxome foe he sought —So rested he by the Tumtum tree,And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! and through and throughThe vorpal blade went snicker-snack!He left it dead, and with its headHe went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?Come to my arms, my beamish boy!O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy tovesDid gyre and gimble in the wabe;All mimsy were the borogoves,And the mome raths outgrabe.

by Lewis Carroll



Outdoor Song

The more itSNOWS-tiddely-pom,The more itGOES-tiddely-pom,The more itGoes-tiddeley-pom,OnSnowing.

And nobodyKNOWS-tiddeley-pom,How cold myTOES-tiddely-pom,How cold myTOES-tiddeley-pom,AreGrowing.

by A A Milne

p14 I Like This Poem, p185 The Nation’s Favourite Children’s Poems

Rain

There are holes in the skyWhere the rain gets in,

But they’re ever so smallThat’s why rain is thin.

by Spike Milliganp178 The Nation’s Favourite Children’s Poems


Wiwis

To amuse emuson warm summer nights

Kiwisdo wiwisfrom spectacular heights

by Roger McGoughp179 Read Me and Laugh

The Joy of Socks

Nice warm socks,Nice warm socks –We should celebrate them.Ask a toe!Toes all knowIt’s hard to overrate them.

Toes say, ‘PleaseDon’t let us freezeTill we’re numb and white.Summer’s gone –Put them on!Wear them day and night!’

Nice warm socks,Nice warm socks –Who would dare to mock them?Take good careOf every pairAnd never, ever knock them.

by Wendy Cope



Chicken Poxed

My sister was spotty,Real spotty all over,She was plastered with spotsFrom her head to her toes.

She had spots on the partsThat her bathing suits cover,Spots on her eyelids,Spots on her nose.

I didn’t know chickenpoxCould be so interesting,It seemed such a shameTo waste all those spots.

So when Jody was sleepingAnd no one was looking,I got a blue penAnd connected her dots.

by Valerie Bloomp40 Read Me and Laugh

The Baby-sitter

It was clearFrom the momentThey walked out the doorThat TraceyHad never doneThis job before.

Until they came homeShe patiently satOm me my little brother and the cat.

by Lindsay MacRae

p141 Read Me and Laugh


Ladles and Jellyspoons

Ladles and Jellyspoons,I come before youTo stand behind youAnd tell you somethingI know nothing about.Next ThursdayWhich is Good FridayThere’ll be a Mothers’ MeetingFor Fathers only.Wear your best clothes if you haven’t anyAnd if you can comePlease stay at home.Admission freePay at the doorTake a seat and sit on the floor.It makes no difference where you sitThe man in the gallery is sure to spit.

Anon


Lettuce Marry

Do you carrot all for me?My heart beets for you,With your turnip noseAnd your radish face.You are a peach.If we cantaloupeLettuce marry;Weed make a swell pear.

Anonp218 Read Me and Laugh


Crazy Days

‘Twas midnight on the ocean,Not a streetcar was in sight;The sun was shining brightly,For it rained all day that night.

‘Twas a summer day in winterAnd snow was raining fast,As a barefoot boy with shoes onStood sitting in the grass.

Anon


The Day I Got My Finger Stuck up my Nose

When I got my finger stuck up my noseI went to a doctor, who said,‘Nothing like this has happened before,We will have to chop off your head.’

‘It’s only my finger stuck up my nose,It’s only my finger,’ I said.‘I can see what it is,’ the doctor replied,‘But we’ll have to chop off your head.’

He went to the cabinet. He took out an axe.I watched with considerable dread.‘But it’s only my finger stuck up my nose.It’s only a finger,’ I said.

‘Perhaps we can yank it out with a hookTied to some surgical thread.‘Maybe we can try that,’ he replied,‘Rather than chop off your head.’

‘I’m never going to pick it again.I’ve now learned my lesson,’ I said.‘I won’t stick my finger up my nose –I’ll stick it in my ear instead.’

by Brian Patten


Week 2 Tuesday Comprehension 6/Spoken Language 2/Transcription 4© Original plan copyright Hamilton Trust, who give permission for it to be adapted as wished by individual users. Y2 Sum P1 Favourite poemsWe refer you to our warning, at the foot of the plan, about links to other websites.

My Favourite Word

There is one word, my favourite,The very, very best.It isn't no or maybe…It's Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes, YES!!

“Yes you may” and “Yes of course” and “Yes please help yourself”.And when I want a piece of cake,“Why yes it's on the shelf.Some candy? “Yes”.A cookie? “Yes”.A movie? “Yes we'll go”.In school sometimes I win awards,Yes, yes, yes, WOO HOOW!!I love that word (that word yes)But only for good reasons,Like cuddling a teddy bear,Or having mummy's care,All round the changing seasons.I just can't help it,It's really only the best,So you can come and join me,It'll be our favourite word…..YES!

Samira ElbouryYear 5

From http://poetry.clusterup.com/poems/my-favourite-word-122

Week 2 Tuesday Comprehension 6/Spoken Language 2/Transcription 4


http://poetry.clusterup.com/poems/my-favourite-word-122

Words I Like

Billowing, seaboard, ocean, pearl,Estuary, shale, maroon;Harlequin, runnel, ripple, swirl,Labyrinth, lash, lagoon.

Razorbill, cygnet, songbird, kite,Cormorant, crag, ravine;Flickering, sun-burst, dappled, flight,Fiery, dew, serene.

Asteroid, nova, stardust, moon,Galaxy, zone, eclipse;Dynamo, pulsar, planet, rune,Satellite, spangle, lips.

Boulevard, freeway, turnpike, cruise,Chevrolet, fin, pavanne;Tomahawk, firecrest, fantail, fuse,Saskatchewan, Sioux, Cheyenne.

Tenderness, sweetheart, cherish, miss,Paramour, fond, befriend;Affection, cosy, cuddle, kiss,Family, love, the end.

by Steve Turner

p9 The Works 3



The Collector

Not for me woolly dollsor football cardspop star postersmodel cars –No, I’m into collecting adjectives . . . Big, fat, juicy, yummy, scrummy, rich and famous lean and keen kind of words.

I store them up for special occasions in – massive, marvellous, mysterious, magnificent adjectival boxes with secret seals and silver keys.

But, at the first stroke of the new millenniummy brother’s bedside collection of !!!! marksexploded with excitementtaking with themthe roof of our houseandmy superb adjective collection.

Request

If you should ever find an adjective it is probably mine,You know the sort of word I mean lonely (cloud) misty (lace) sprightly (dance) pretty (place)So if you ever see oneI’m sure it will be mineunless it isn’t spelt right - or doesn’t seem to rhyme.

by Peter Dixon

p465 The Works 4



Poems about the seaHow Deep is the OceanImagine a mountain upside down,Picture it under the waves,Now hollow it out and imagine the climb,As you dive in its lofty caves.

by Celia Warren

The Nature of the OceanThe sea holds all the answers,It understands the moon,It smooths and cools the pebble,It feeds the gentle dune.The salty sea is healing,Too wise and deep to chart,The sea will tide us overAs we mend a broken heart,For, with lyric and with music,The sea is Living Art.

by Celia Warren

Why Are My Tears so Salty? Why are my tears so salty? You must have swallowed the sea.

Why are my legs so heavy? To stop you floating free.

Why do I feel as empty as a shell that’s prised apart?

Because, when you left the sandy shore, you left a bit of your heart.

by Celia Warren

maggie and milly and molly and may© Original plan copyright Hamilton Trust, who give permission for it to be adapted as wished by individual users. Y2 Sum P1 Favourite poemsWe refer you to our warning, at the foot of the plan, about links to other websites.

maggie and milly and molly and maywent down to the beach (to play one day)

and maggie discovered a shell that sangso sweetly she couldn’t remember her troubles, and

milly befriended a stranded starwhose rays five languid fingers were;

and molly was chased by a horrible thingwhich raced sideways while blowing bubbles: and

may came home with a smooth round stoneas small as a world and as large as alone.

For whatever we lose (like a you or a me)it’s always ourselves we find in the sea.

by e. e. cummings

At the Seaside

When I was down beside the seaA wooden spade they gave to me To dig the sandy shore.

My holes were empty like a cup.In every hole the sea came up Till it could come no more.

by Robert Louis Stevenson

p118 The Works 7

The Horses of the Sea


The horses of the seaRear a foaming crest,But the horses of the landServe us the best.The horses of the landMunch corn and clover,While the foaming sea-horsesToss and turn over.

by Christina Rossetti

p119 The Works 7

from The Mermaid

Who would beA mermaid fair,Singing alone,Combing her hairUnder the sea,In a golden curlWith a comb of pearl,on a throne?

by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

p123 The Works 7

from The Merman

Who would beA merman bold,Sitting aloneSinging aloneUnder the sea,With a crown of gold,On a throne.

by Alfred, Lord Tennyson

p124 The Works 7

Week 2 Wednesday Comprehension 7/Transcription 5

The Lion and the Unicorn


Royal Coat of Arms of the United Kingdom

Week 2 Thursday Comprehension 8/Spoken Language 3/Transcription 6

Nursery Rhymes by Valerie Bloom© Original plan copyright Hamilton Trust, who give permission for it to be adapted as wished by individual users. Y2 Sum P1 Favourite poemsWe refer you to our warning, at the foot of the plan, about links to other websites.

Daddy’s Gone to Market

Daddy’s gone to marketMummy’s gone to sea

Brother’s eating sausagesOne, two, three.

Granny’s in the Kitchen

Granny’s in the kitchen,Making bread and tea,

There’s a monkey in the shed,But he can’t catch me.

Fishes in the River

Fishes in the river,Fishes in the sea,

Fishes in the saucepan,Fishes for my tea.

p3 The Works



Hey Diddle, Diddle

Hey diddle diddle, The cat and the fiddle,The cow jumped over the moon;The little dog laughed To see such funAnd the dish ran away With the spoon.

p6 The Works



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