
Thirteen Poems That Are Great To Read With Children
(1) If You Should Meet a Crocodile (Anonymous)
If you should meet a Crocodile
Don’t take a stick and poke him;
Ignore the welcome in his smile,
Be careful not to stroke him.
For as he sleeps upon the Nile,
He thinner gets and thinner;
And whene’er you meet a Crocodile
He’s ready for his dinner.
(2) Fog (By Carl Sandburg)
The fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.
(3) Drinking Fountain (By Marchette Chute)
When I climb up
To get a drink
It doesn’t work
The way you’d think.
I turn it up.
The water goes
And hits me right
Upon the nose.
I turn it down
To make it small
And don’t get any
Drink at all.
(4) Hey, Bug! (By Lilian Moore)
Hey, bug, stay!
Don’t run away.
I know a game that we can play.
I’ll hold my fingers very still
And you can climb a finger-hill.
No, no.
Don’t go.
Here’s a wall - a tower, too,
a tiny bug town, just for you.
I’ve a cookie. You have some.
Take this oatmeal cookie crumb.
Hey, bug, stay!
Hey, bug!
Hey!
(5) Sometimes (by Mary Ann Hoberman)
Sometimes I like to be alone
And look up at the sky
And think my thoughts inside my head -
Just me, myself, and I.
(6) Bird Carpenter (By Leland B. Jacobs)
Carpenters use nails and hammers,
Planes and levels,
Saws and rules.
Birds build houses so much simpler -
Beaks are all
They have for tools.
(7) About Feet (By Margaret Hillert)
The centipede is not complete
Unless he has one hundred feet.
Spiders must have eight for speed,
And six is what all insects need.
Other creatures by the score
Cannot do with less than four.
But two are quite enough, you know
To take me where I want to go.
(8) My Nose (By Dorothy Aldis)
It doesn’t breathe;
It doesn’t smell;
It doesn’t feel
So very well.
I am discouraged
With my nose;
The only thing it
Does is blows.
(9) I’m Glad The Sky is Painted Blue (Anonymous)
I’m glad the sky is painted blue,
And the earth is painted green,
With such a lot of nice fresh air
All sandwiched in between.
(10) Who Has Seen The Wind? (By Christina Rossetti)
Who has seen the wind?
Neither I nor you:
But when the leaves hang trembling,
The wind is passing through.
Who has seen the wind?
Neither you nor I:
But when the leaves bow down their heads,
The wind is passing by.
(11) Dreams (By Langston Hughes)
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen with snow.
(12) Spaghetti! Spaghetti! (By Jack Prelutsky)
Spaghetti! Spaghetti!
you’re wonderful stuff.
I love you, spaghetti.
I can’t get enough.
You’re covered with sauce
and you’re sprinkled with cheese,
Spaghetti! Spaghetti!
Oh, give me some more please.
Spaghetti! Spaghetti!
piled high in a mound.
You wiggle, you wriggle,
you squiggle around.
There’s slurpy spaghetti
all over my plate.
Spaghetti! Spaghetti!
I think you are great.
Spaghetti! Spaghetti!
I love you a lot.
You’re slishy, you’re sloshy,
delicious and hot.
I gobble you down
Oh, I can’t get enough.
Spaghetti! Spaghetti!
you’re wonderful stuff.
(13) Books (By Arnold Lobel)
Books to the ceiling,
Books to the sky.
My pile of books
Are a mile high.
How I love them!
How I need them!
I’ll have a long beard
By the time I read them!
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