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             OUR TREE A little bird sees Ripe fruit on our tree And eats a tasty berry. The bird flies tall And a berry seed falls.                   The rains have come                Hurry! let's run.                Clouds, rain and sun...                Our plant is born, a little one. Now a tree, With branches long, Crows and bird-song, Crawling ants and spiders' webs, Caterpillars with tiny legs, Rich green leaves, life aplenty.                       The tree has fruit,                 Some big, some small,                 Let us pluck them                 But do not fall! Crows perch, squirrels run, And...

          MATH POEM 1,2  LET'S DO SOME MATH, 3,4  LET'S DO SOME PLUS, 5,6   LET'S DO SOME MINUS, 7,8   LET'S DO SOME MULTIPLICATION, 9,10  LET'S DO SOME DIVISION, ALL THE MATHS ARE VERY FUN, LET'S DO THEM AGAIN AND AGAIN.                            PRATEEK PANDA Thank you🙏

        MERRY - GO - ROUND I climbed up on the merry-go-round, And it went round and round. I climbed up on a big brown horse, And it went up and down. Around and round And up and down, Around and round And up and down. I sat high up On a big brown horse And rode around On the merry-go-round And rode around. On the merry-go-round     I rode around On the merry-go-round     Around    And round    And    Round...                  DOROTHY W. BARUCH 

 ONCE I SAW A LITTLE BIRD Once I saw a little bird Come hop, hop, hop, I cried, "Little bird, Will you stop, stop, stop?" I was going to the window To say, "How do you do?" But he shook his little tail And away he flew.

     A HAPPY CHILD My house is red - a little house; A happy child am I. I laugh and play the whole day long, I hardly ever cry. I have a tree, a green, green tree, To shade me from the sun; And under it I often sit, When all my play is done.