Стихи на английском языке

Стихи на английском языке

Good morning

Good morning to you,

Good morning to you,

Good morning, dear teacher,

Good morning to you.

* * *

Good night

Good night mother,

Good night father,

Kiss your little son.

Good night sister,

Good night brother,

Good night everyone.

* * *

Good - bye

Good - bye,

Good - bye,

Good - bye

My doll.

Good - bye,

Good - bye,

Good - bye

You all.

* * *

My Class

1, 2, 3. 1, 2, 3.

I like school and

school likes me!

* * *

My face

Eyes and ears.

Eyes and ears.

Eyes and ears.

1, 2, 3.

* * *

Colours

Red, yellow, pink and white.

Let's play ball day and night!

My family

A B CDE

This is my family.

G HIJ

I love them every day.

K L MNO

Mother, father, baby, oh

P Q RST

Brother, sister, you can see

U V W X Y Z

All the people in my family.

* * *

Do it

Pick up, put down, stand up, turn round

Clap left, clap right, clap up, clap down.

Look left, look right, look up, look down.

Turn round, sit down, touch something …brown!

Point to your teacher, point to the door,

Look at the window, look at the floor,

Stand on your left leg, stand on your right.

Now sit down, touch something…white.

Put your hands and touch your toes.

Cross your fingers, hold your nose.

Bend your knees and shake your head,

Stamp your feet, touch something…red.

Head and shoulders, knees and toes,

Knees and toes, knees and toes;

Head and shoulders, knees and toes,

Eyes, ears, mouth and nose.

* * *

I like

I like comics, I like hats.

I like biscuits, trees and cats.

I don't like spider, I don't like cheese.

I don't like rats or big yellow bees.

I like To Skip

I like to skip,

I like to jump,

I like to run about,

I like to play,

I like to sing,

I like to laugh and shout.

Week

Monday's child is nice and slow

Tuesday's child is go, go, go

Wednesday's child is very funny

Thursday's child is happy and sunny

Friday's child is like a king

Saturday's child can dance and sing

Sunday's childe can stand on her head

And count the ghosts under her bed!

* * *

My House

Let's go to my house.

Let's go today.

I'll show you all the rooms

Where we work and play.

Here is the kitchen

Where Mother cooks for me.

Here is the living room

Where I watch TV.

Here is the dining room.

We eat here every day.

And this room is my room

Where I sleep and play.

* * *

The Toy Shop

I can see balls and bats and cars.

I can see boats and planes.

I can see carts, skipping ropes, dolls.

I can see ships and trains.

I can see games and tops and lorries.

I can see bear and bikes.

I can see swings and slides and skates.

I can see drums and kites.

Of all the toys I can see,

I want one for me!

What Are Little Boys Made of?

What are little boys made of?

What are little boys made of?

Frogs and snails,

And puppy-dogs' tails;

That's what little boys are made of.

What are little girls made of?

What are little girls made of?

Sugar and spice,

and all that's nice;

That's what little girls are made of.

What Are Little Girls Made of?

What are little boys made of?

What are little boys made of?

Frogs and snails,

And puppy-dogs' tails;

That's what little boys are made of.

What are little girls made of?

What are little girls made of?

Sugar and spice,

and all that's nice;

That's what little girls are made of.

* * *

Can You Tell Me

Can you tell me,

Can you tell me,

What little boys do?

They run and jump.

They run and jump,

So I will jump too.

Can you tell me,

Can you tell me,

What little girls do?

They dance and skip,

They dance and skip,

So I will skip too.

Can you tell me,

Can you tell me,

What little soldiers do?

They fight and march,

They fight and march,

So I will march too.

Can you tell me,

Can you tell me,

What little people do?

They play and work,

They play and work,

So I will work too.

Can you tell me,

Can you tell me,

What little babies do?

They eat and sleep,

They eat and sleep,

So I will sleep too.

* * *

I'm a Brand new Daddy

I'm a brand new daddy,

Proud as I can be

Of this little darling

Right in front of me.

You're so different from the rest.

Daddy knows that he's been blessed

With the very, very best

Wonder in the world.

* * *

Daddy will be here

Everything to both of us is so new.

As you learn about the world

I learn about you,

There's no need to fear.

Daddy will be here,

And I'll love and care for you

Through the years.

* * *

An Irish Blessing

May the road rise up to meet you;

May the wind be always at your back;

May the rains fall soft upon your fields;

And until we meet again,

May God hold you in the palm of his hand.

* * *

The Mistletoe

Mommy,

Daddy,

Quick!

Let's go

And stand

Beneath

The mistletoe.

You kiss me

and I'll kiss you,

Here comes Sister,

kiss her too.

Mommy,

Daddy,

Quick!

Let's go

And stand

Beneath

The mistletoe.

Rain, rain go away

Rain, rain go away,

Come again another day.

* * *

Moo Cow, Moo cow

Moo cow, moo cow,

How do you do, cow?

Very well, thank you,

Moo, moo, moo.

* * *

Two Little Birds Sitting On a Wall

Two little birds

Sitting on a wall,

One called Peter,

One called Paul.

Fly away Peter,

Fly away Paul,

Come back Peter,

Come back Paul.

* * *

Ladybird, Ladybird,

Fly away home,

Your house is on fire,

Your children all gone.

* * *

This Little Pig

This little pig went to market,

This little pig stayed at home,

This little pig had roast beef,

This little pig had none,

And this little pig went wee, wee, wee,

All the way home.

* * *

Goosey, Goosey, Gander

Goosey, goosey, gander,

Whither shall I wander?

Upstairs, and downstairs,

And in my lady's chamber.

There I met an old man

Who wouldn't say his prayers!

I took him by the left leg

And threw him down the stairs.

* * *

A wise old owl

A wise old owl lived in an oak;

The more he saw the less he spoke.

The less he spoke the more he heard.

Why can't we all be like that wise old bird?

* * *

Baa baa black sheep

Baa, baa, black sheep,

Have you any wool?

Yes sir, yes sir,

Three bags full;

One for the master,

And one for the dame,

And one for the little boy

Who lives down the lane.

Ding dong bell

Ding, dong bell,

Pussy's in the well.

Who put her in?

Little Johnny Green.

Who pulled her out?

Little Tommy Stout.

What a naughty boy was that

To try to drown poor pussy cat,

Who never did him any harm

And killed the mice in his father's barn.

* * *

Early to Bed

The cock crows in the morn

To tell us to rise,

And he that lies late

Will never be wise.

* * *

Hickety pickety, my black hen

Hickety pickety, my black hen,

She lay's eggs for gentlemen;

Sometimes nine, sometimes ten,

Hickety pickety, my black hen.

* * *

Hickory, dickory, dock

Hickory, dickory, dock,

The mouse ran up the clock.

The clock struck one,

The mouse ran down!

Hickory, dickory, dock.

* * *

The Jumblies

They went to sea in a Sieve, they did,

In a Sieve they went to sea;

In spite of all their friends could say,

On a winter's morn, on a stormy day,

In a Sieve they went to sea!

And when the Sieve turned round and round,

And everyone cried, 'You'll all be drowned!'

They called aloud, 'Our Sieve ain't big,

But we don't care a button! we don't care a fig!

In a Sieve we'll go to sea!'

Far and few, far and few,

Are the lands where the Jumblies live;

Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,

And they went to sea in a Sieve.

They sailed away in a Sieve, they did,

In a Sieve they sailed so fast,

With only a beautiful pea-green veil

Tied with a riband by way of a sail,

To a small tobacco-pipe mast;

And everyone said, who saw them go,

'O won't they be soon upset, you know!

For the sky is dark, and the voyage is long,

And happen what may, it's extremely wrong

In a Sieve to sail so fast!'

Far and few, far and few,

Are the lands where the Jumblies live;

Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,

And they went to sea in a Sieve.

The water it soon came in, it did,

The water it soon came in;

So to keep them dry, they wrapped their feet

In a pinky paper all folded neat,

And they fastened it down with a pin.

And they passed the night in a crockery-jar,

And each of them said, 'How wise we are!

Though the sky be dark, and the voyage be long,

Yet we never can think we were rash or wrong,

While round in our Sieve we spin!'

Far and few, far and few,

Are the lands where the Jumblies live;

Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,

And they went to sea in a Sieve.

And all night long they sailed away;

And when the sun went down,

They whistled and warbled a moony song

To the echoing sound of a coppery gong,

In the shade of the mountains brown.

'O Timballoo! How happy we are,

When we live in a sieve and a crockery-jar,

And all night long in the moonlight pale,

We sail away with a pea-green sail,

In the shade of the mountains brown!'

Far and few, far and few,

Are the lands where the Jumblies live;

Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,

And they went to sea in a Sieve.

They sailed to the Western Sea, they did,

To a land all covered with trees,

And they bought an Owl, and a useful Cart,

And a pound of Rice, and a Cranberry Tart,

And a hive of silvery Bees.

And they bought a Pig, and some green Jackdaws,

And a lovely Monkey with lollipop paws,

And forty bottles of Ring-Bo-Ree,

And no end of Stilton Cheese.

Far and few, far and few,

Are the lands where the Jumblies live;

Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,

And they went to sea in a Sieve.

And in twenty years they all came back,

In twenty years or more,

And everyone said, 'How tall they've grown!

For they've been to the Lakes, and the Torrible Zone,

And the hills of the Chankly Bore!'

Far and few, far and few,

Are the lands where the Jumblies live;

Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,

And they went to sea in a Sieve.

* * *

The Courtship Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo

On the Coast of Coromandel

Where the early pumpkins blow,

In the middle of the woods

Lived the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.

Two old chairs, and half a candle,-

One old jug without a handle,-

These were all his worldly goods:

In the middle of the woods,

These were all the worldly goods,

Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo,

Of the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.

Once, among the Bong-trees walking

Where the early pumpkins blow,

To a little heap of stones Came the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.

There he heard a Lady talking,

To some milk-white Hens of Dorking,-

'Tis the Lady Jingly Jones!

On that little heap of stones

Sits the Lady Jingly Jones!'

Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo,

Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.

'Lady Jingly! Lady Jingly!

Sitting where the pumpkins blow,

Will you come and be my wife?'

Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.

'I am tired of living singly,-

On this coast so wild and shingly,-

I'm a-weary of my life:

If you'll come and be my wife,

Quite serene would be my life!'

Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo,

Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.

'On this Coast of Coromandel,

Shrimps and watercresses grow,

Prawns are plentiful and cheap,'

Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.

'You shall have my Chairs and candle,

And my jug without a handle!-

Gaze upon the rolling deep

(Fish is plentiful and cheap)

As the sea, my love is deep!'

Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo,

Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.

Lady Jingly answered sadly,

And her tears began to flow,-

'Your proposal comes too late,

Mr Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!

I would be your wife most gladly!'

(Here she twirled her fingers madly,)

'But in England I've a mate!

Yes! you've asked me far too late,

For in England I've a mate,

Mr Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!

Mr Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!'

'Mr Jones-(his name is Handel,-

Handel Jones, Esquire, & Co)

Dorking fowls delights to send,

Mr Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!

Keep, oh! keep your chairs and candle,

And your jug without a handle, -

I can merely be your friend!

-Should my Jones more Dorkings send,

I will give you three, my friend!

Mr Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!

Mr Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!

Though you've such a tiny body,

And your head so large doth grow,-

Though your hat may blow away,

Mr Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!

Though you're such a Hoddy Doddy-

Yet I wish that I could modi-

fy the words I needs must say!

Will you please to go away?

That is all I have to say-

Mr Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!

Mr Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo!'

Down the slippery slopes of Myrtle,

Where the early pumpkins blow,

To the calm and silent sea

Fled the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.

There, beyond the Bay of Gurtle,

Lay a large and lively Turtle;-

'You're the Cove,' he said, 'for me

On your back beyond the sea,

Turtle, you shall carry me!'

Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo,

Said the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.

Through the silent-roaring ocean

Did the Turtle swiftly go;

Holding fast upon his shell

Rode the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.

With a sad primaeval motion

Towards the sunset isles of Boshen

Still the Turtle bore him well.

Holding fast upon his shell,

'Lady Jingly Jones, farewell!'

Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.

Sang the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.

From the Coast of Coromandel,

Did that Lady never go;

On that heap of stones she mourns

For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.

On that Coast of Coromandel,

In his jug without a handle

Still she weeps and daily moans;

On that little heap of stones

To her Dorking Hens she moans,

For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo,

For the Yonghy-Bonghy-Bo.

* * *

The Pobble who has no toes

The Pobble who has no toes

Had once as many as we;

When they said, 'Some day you may lose them all'

He replied, 'Fish fiddle de-dee!

'And his Aunt Jobiska made him drink,

Lavender water tinged with pink,

For she said, 'The World in general knows

There's nothing so good for a Pobble's toes!'

The Pobble who has no toes,

Swam across the Bristol Channel;

But before he set out he wrapped his nose,

In a piece of scarlet flannel.

For his Aunt Jobiska said, 'No harm

Can come to his toes if his nose is warm;

And it's perfectly known that a Pobble's toes

Are safe-provided he minds his nose.'

The Pobble swam fast and well

And when boats or ships came near him

He tinkledy-binkledy-winkled a bell

So that all the world could hear him.

And all the Sailors and Admirals cried,

When they saw him nearing the further side-

'He has gone to fish, for his Aunt Jobiska's

Runcible Cat with crimson whiskers!'

But before he touched the shore,

The shore of the Bristol Channel,

A sea-green Porpoise carried away

His wrapper of scarlet flannel.

And when he came to observe his feet

Formerly garnished with toes so neat

His face at once became forlorn

On perceiving that all his toes were gone!

And nobody ever knew

From that dark day to the present,

Whoso had taken the Pobble's toes,

In a manner so far from pleasant.

Whether the shrimps or crawfish grey,

Or crafty Mermaids stole them away-

Nobody; and nobody knows

How the Pobble was robbed of his twice five toes!

The Pobble who has no toes

Was placed in a friendly Bark,

And they rowed him back, and carried him up,

To his Aunt Jobiska's Park.

And she made him a feast at his earnest wish

Of eggs and buttercups fried with fish -

And she said, 'It's a fact the whole world knows,

That Pobbles are happier without their toes!

* * *

The Quangle Wangle's hat

On top of the Crumpetty Tree

The Quangle Wangle sat,

But his face you could not see,

On account of his Beaver Hat.

For his Hat was a hundred and two feet wide,

With ribbons and bibbons on every side,

And bells, and buttons, and loops, and lace,

So that nobody ever could see the face

Of the Quangle Wangle Quee.

The Quangle Wangle said

To himself on the Crumpetty Tree,

'Jam, and jelly, and bread

Are the best of food for me!

But the longer I live on this Crumpetty Tree

The plainer than ever it seems to me

That very few people come this way

And that life on the whole is far from gay!'

Said the Quangle Wangle Quee.

But there came to the Crumpetty Tree

Mr and Mrs Canary;

And they said, 'Did you ever see

Any spot so charmingly airy?

May we build a nest on your lovely Hat?

Mr Quangle Wangle, grant us that!

Oh, please let us come and build a nest,

Of whatever material suits you best,

Mr Quangle Wangle Quee!'

And besides, to the Crumpetty Tree

Came the Stork, the Duck, and the Owl;

The Snail and the Bumble Bee,

The Frog and the Fimble Fowl

(The Fimble Fowl, with a corkscrew leg);

And all of them said, 'We humbly beg

We may build our homes on your lovely Hat-

Mr Quangle Wangle, grant us that!

Mr Quangle Wangle Quee!'

And the Golden Grouse came there,

And the Pobble who has no toes,

And the small Olympian Bear,

And the Dong with a luminous nose.

And the Blue Baboon who played the flute,

And the Orient Calf from the Land of Tute,

And the Attery Squash, and the Bisky Bat-

All came and built on the lovely Hat

Of the Quangle Wangle Quee!

And the Quangle Wangle said

To himself on the Crumpetty Tree,

'When all these creatures move

What a wonderful noise there'll be!'

And at night by the light of the Mulberry Moon

They danced to the Flute of the Blue Baboon,

On the broad green leaves of the Crumpetty Tree,

And all were as happy as happy could be,

With the Quangle Wangle Quee.

* * *

The Owl and the Pussy-cat

The Owl and the Pussy-cat went to sea

In a beautiful pea-green boat,

They took some honey, and plenty of money,

Wrapped up in a five-pound note,

The Owl looked up to the stars above,

And sang to a small guitar,

'O 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!

O let us be married! too long we have tarried:

But 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 shilling

Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.'

So they took it away, and were married next day

By the turkey who lives on the hill.

They dined on mince, and slices of quince,

Which 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.

* * *

London Bridge

London Bridge has fallen down,

Fallen down, fallen down,

London Bridge has fallen down,

My fair Lady.

Build it up with wood and clay,

Wood and clay, wood and clay,

Build it up with wood and clay,

My fair Lady.

Wood and clay will wash away,

Wash away, wash away,

Wood and clay will wash away,

My fair Lady.

Build it up with bricks and mortar,

Bricks and mortar, bricks and mortar,

Build it up with bricks and mortar,

My fair Lady.

Bricks and mortar will not stay,

Will not stay, will not stay,

Bricks and mortar will not stay,

My fair Lady.

Build it up with iron and steel,

Iron and steel, iron and steel,

Build it up with iron and steel,

My fair Lady.

Iron and steel will bend and bow,

Bend and bow, bend and bow,

Iron and steel will bend and bow,

My fair Lady.

Build it up with silver and gold,

Silver and gold, silver and gold,

Build it up with silver and gold,

My fair Lady.

Silver and gold will be stolen away,

Stolen away, stolen away,

Silver and gold will be stolen away,

My fair Lady.

Set a man to watch all nigh,

Watch all night, watch all night,

Set a man to watch all night,

My fair Lady.

Suppose the man should fall asleep,

Fall asleep, fall asleep,

Suppose the man should fall asleep?

My fair Lady.

Give him a pipe to smoke all night,

Smoke all night, smoke all night,

Give him a pipe to smoke all night,

My fair Lady.

* * *

There was a little girl

There was a little girl

Who had a little curl

Right in the middle of her forehead.

When she was good,

She was very very good

But when she was bad

She was horrid

* * *

There was a crooked man

There was a crooked man, and he walked a crooked mile.

He found a crooked sixpence against a crooked stile.

He had a crooked cat which caught a crooked mouse

And they all lived together in a little crooked house.

* * *

I'm a Wizard, I'm a Warlock

I'm a wizard, I'm a warlock,

I'm a wonder of the age.

I'm a sorcerer, magician,

prestidigitator, mage.

I can change into a chicken,

or perhaps a purple pig.

I can wave my wand and, presto,

I'm a waffle with a wig.

With the power in my pinky

I can burst like a balloon

or transform into a tiger

with the head of a baboon.

If I wiggle on my earlobe

or I knock upon my knee

I become a dancing doughnut

or a turtle in a tree.

Just a simple incantation

and I deftly disappear,

which I never should have done

because I've been this way all year.

And despite my mighty magic

I'm impossible to see,

for I never learned the spells I need

to turn back into me.

Kenn Nesbitt

* * *

The Tiger and the Zebra

The tiger phoned the zebra

and invited him to dine.

He said "If you could join me

that would simply be divine."

The zebra said "I thank you,

but respectfully decline.

I heard you ate the antelope;

he was a friend of mine."

On hearing this the tiger cried

"I must admit it's true!

I also ate the buffalo,

the llama and the gnu.

And yes I ate the warthog,

the gazelle and kangaroo,

but I could never eat a creature

beautiful as you.

"You see I have a secret

I'm embarrassed to confide:

I look on you with envy

and a modicum of pride.

Of all the creatures ever known,"

the tiger gently sighed,

"It seems we are the only two

with such a stripy hide.

"Now seeing how we share this

strong resemblance of the skin,

I only can conclude that we are

just as close as kin.

This means you are my brother

and, though fearsome I have been,

I could not eat my brother,

that would surely be a sin."

The zebra thought, and then replied

"I'm certain you are right.

The stripy coats we both possess

are such a handsome sight!

My brother, will you let me

reconsider if I might?

My calendar is empty so

please let us dine tonight."

The tiger met the zebra in

his brand-new fancy car

and drove him to a restaurant

which wasn't very far.

And when they both were seated

at a table near the bar,

the zebra asked "What's on the grill?"

The tiger said "You are."

"But please, you cannot dine on me!"

the outraged zebra cried.

"To cook me up and eat me

is a thing I can't abide.

You asked me for your trust

and I unwarily complied.

You said you could not eat me

now you plan to have me fried?"

"And what about the envy

and the modicum of pride?

And what of us as brothers

since we share a stripy hide?"

"I'm sorry," said the tiger

and he smiled as he replied,

"but I love the taste of zebra

so, in other words, I lied."

Kenn Nesbitt

* * *

Frank, the Frog Collector

I'm Frank, the frog collector,

and I'm happy to report

my collection's nearly finished;

I have frogs of every sort.

I record them in my journal

so that every single frog

is accounted for completely

with an entry in my log.

I have hundreds, maybe thousands

of amphibians at home.

I have frogs of quilted fabric.

I have frogs of gleaming chrome.

I have frogs of painted porcelain,

and frogs of brass and tin.

I have frogs you open up

to find another frog within.

There are small magnetic tree frogs

clinging gently to the fridge

and Louisiana bullfrogs

on a plastic bayou bridge.

I have frogs on ancient bicycles

with shiny silver bells.

I have frogs proposing marriage

to their froggy mademoiselles.

You'll see frogs ascending ladders.

You'll see frogs descending stairs,

yes, and frogs reclining dreamily

in comfy leather chairs.

I have frogs with pink umbrellas.

I have frogs engrossed in books.

Even frogs that dangle fishing poles

in nonexistant brooks.

My abode is filled with frogs

from top to bottom, front to back.

There are frogs in every corner,

every crevice, every crack.

There is only one that's missing;

just one blank space in my log.

So I'm begging, mom and dad,

can I please have a REAL frog?

Kenn Nesbitt

* * *

Boys and girls come out to play

Boys and girls come out to play,

The moon doth* shine as bright as day,

Leave your supper,

and leave your sleep,

And come with your playfellows into the street.

Come with a whoop, come with a call,

Come with a good will, or not at all.

Up the ladder and down the wall,

A halfpenny loaf will serve us all.

You find milk, and I'll find flour,

And we'll have pudding within the hour.

* doth устаревшая форма глагола do в 3-м лице ед. числа настоящего времени

* * *

Hark, hark, the dogs do bark

Hark, hark, the dogs do bark,

The beggars are coming to town

Some in rags, and some in jags,

And some in velvet gowns.

* * *

Humpty Dumpty (Шалтай-Болтай)

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall.

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.

All the king's horses and all the king's men

Couldn't put Humpty together again!

If all the world were paper

If all the world were paper,

And all the sea were ink,

If all the trees were bread and cheese,

What would we have to drink?

* * *

Jack and Jill

Jack and Jill went up the hill

The fetch a pail of water;

Jack feel down and broke his crown,

And Jill came tumbling after.

Up got Jack and home did he trot,

As fast as he could caper;

Went to bed and bound his head,

With vinegar and brown paper.

When Jill came in how she did grin

To see Jack's paper plaster;

Mother vexed, did whip her next;

For causing Jack's disaster.

* * *

Jack-a-Nory

I'll tell you a story

About Jack-a-Nory,

And now my story's begun;

I'll tell you another,

About Jack and his brother,

And now my story is done.

The House That Jack Built

Retold by Judy Hamilton

This is the house that Jack built.

This is the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the rat,

That ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is a cat,

That killed the rat,

That ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the dog,

That worried the cat,

That killed the rat,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cow with the crumpled horn,

That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,

That killed the rat,

That ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the maiden all- forlorn,

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,

That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,

That killed the rat,

That ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the man all tattered and torn,

That kissed the maiden all- forlorn,

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,

That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,

That killed the rat,

That ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the priest all shaven and shorn,

That married the man all tattered and torn,

That kissed the maiden all- forlorn,

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,

That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,

That killed the rat,

That ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cock that crowed in the morn,

That woke the priest all shaven and shorn,

That married the man all tattered and torn,

That kissed the maiden all- forlorn,

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,

That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,

That killed the rat,

That ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the farmer that sowed the corn,

That fed the cock that crowed in the morn,

That woke the priest all shaven and shorn,

That married the man all tattered and torn,

That kissed the maiden all- forlorn,

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn,

That tossed the dog,

That worried the cat,

That killed the rat,

That ate the malt,

That lay in the house that Jack built.

That was the house that Jack built.

New Year's Resolutions

I promise to be very, very good.

I promise to do the things I should.

I promise to make my bed each day.

I promise to put my things away.

I promise not to throw my socks on the floor.

I promise to put my socks in the drawer.

I promise to do my homework right.

I promise not to stay up late at night.

I promise to listen to my mom and dad.

I promise not to do anything bad.

* * *

Funny Valentines

Boys are silly.

Girls are smart.

I love you

With all my heart.

Boys are noisy.

Girls are, too.

You like me,

And I like you.

Mama loves coffee.

Papa loves tea.

I love my teacher,

And my teacher loves me!

The birds won't sing,

The stars won't shine,

If you won't be

My valentine.

* * *

It's Valentine's Day

by Jack Prelutsky

It's Valentine's Day. And in the street

There's freezing rain, and slush, and sleet.

The wind is fierce. The skies are gray.

I don't think I'll go out today.

But here inside the weather's warm.

There is no trace of wind or storm.

And you just made the morning shine.

You said you'd be my Valentine.

A Valentine for my teacher

by Jack Prelutsky

My teacher's very special,

So I'm making her a heart.

A Valentine that's sure to be

A proper work of art.

I've worked on it all morning,

So it should be ready soon.

I'd like to slip it on her desk

Before this afternoon.

It's colored in with crayons,

And it's trimmed with paper lace

It has flowers hearts, and Cupids.

I can't wait to see her face.

* * *

Today is Mother's Day

Today is Mother's Day.

Let's help Mama.

I'll make breakfast.

You make lunch.

I'll do the dishes.

You do the shopping.

Let's help Mama.

It's Mother's Day.

Today is Mother's Day.

Let's help Mama.

I'll sweep the bedrooms.

You make the beds.

I'll clean the kitchen.

You do the laundry.

Let's help Mama.

It's Mother's Day.

* * *

Five little pumpkins

Five little pumpkins

Sitting on a gate

The first one said,

"My it's getting late!"

The second one said,

"There are witches in the air!"

The third one said,

"Good folk, beware!"

The fourth one said,

"We'll run and run!"

The fifth one said,

"Let's have some fun!"

"WOOOOOOOH", went the wind,

And OUT went the light;

And the five little pumpkins

Rolled out of sight!

* * *

Treat

by Jack Prelutsky

Trick or treat, trick or treat,

Give us something good to eat.

Give us candy, give us cake,

Give us something sweet to take.

Give us cookies, fruit and gum,

Hurry up and give us some.

You had better do it quick

Or we'll surely play a trick.

Trick or treat, trick or treat,

Give us something good to eat.

* * *

It's Halloween

by Jack Prelutsky

It's Halloween! It's Halloween!

The moon is full and bright

And we shall see what can't be seen

On any other night:

Skeletons and ghosts and ghouls,

Grinning goblins fighting duels,

Werewolves rising from their tombs,

Witches on their magic brooms.

In masks and gouns we haunt the street

And knock on doors for trick or treat.

Tonight we are the king and queen,

For oh tonight it's Halloween!

Christmas is coming

Christmas is coming.

Christmas is coming.

Christmas is coming,

The geese are getting fat,

Please put a penny

In the old man's hat.

If you haven't got a penny,

A ha'penny will do.

If you haven't got a ha'penny,

Then God bless you.

Christmas is coming.

Christmas is coming.

It's Christmas!

It's Christmas! Merry Christmas!

Yes, it's merry, merry Christmas,

it's time for hanging stockings,

It's time for riding sleighs,

It's time for jolly greeting,

Snow and holly, overeating,

Oh, I love you merry Christmas,

You're the best of holidays

Little Jack Horner

Little Jack Horner,

Sat in a corner,

Eating a Christmas pie,

He put in his thumb,

And pulled out a plum,

And said What a good boy am I

* * *

My Birthday

Happy Birthday to you!

Happy Birthday to you!

Happy Birthday, dear Carmen!

Happy Birthday to you!

Birthdays

Ogden Nash

My birthdays take so long to start,

They come along a year apart.

It's worse than waiting for a bus;

I fear I used to fret and fuss,

But now, when by impatience vexed,

Between one birthday and the next,

I think of all that I have seen

That keeps on happening in between.

The songs I've heard, the things I've done,

Make my un-birthdays not so un-.

Birthdays

Ogden Nash

Everything's been different

All the day long,

Lovely things have happened,

Nothing has gone wrong.

Nobody has scolded me,

Everyone has smiled.

Isn't it delicious

To be a birthday child?

* * *

Песенки с движениями на английском для детей

Head,

Shoulders,

Knees and toes,

Knees and toes.

Head,

Shoulders,

Knees and toes,

Knees and toes,

Eyes and ears

And mouth

And nose.

Head,

Shoulders,

Knees and toes,

Knees and toes

If you're happy, happy, happy,

Touch your nose, nose, nose.

If you're sad, sad, sad,

Shake your leg, leg, leg.

If you're thin, thin, thin,

Raise your arms, arms, arms.

If you're tall, tall, tall,

Do it all.

* * *

Cinderella

Cinderella dressed in yellow,

went downstairs to kiss a fellow.

Made a mistake,

Kissed a snake.

How many doctors

Did it take,

Was it,

One! Two! Three! Four! Five…Ten

Cinderella dressed in green,

went downstairs to eat ice cream.

Made a mistake, ate a snake,

How many doctors

Did it take,

Was it,

One! Two! Three! Four! Five… Ten

Cinderella dressed in pink,

went downstairs to wash the sink.

Made a mistake, washed a snake

How many doctors

Did it take,

Was it,

One! Two! Three! Four! Five… Ten

Это игра с мячом. Под рифму дети отбивают рукой мяч об землю. Задача - не упустить мяч до конца стихоторения.

Варианты

1.Можно играть, прыгая со скакалкой

2.Можно играть вдвоем, перекидывая мяч друг другу

3.Можно играть группой - посадить или поставить детей в круг и под рифму перебрасывать друг другу мяч.

* * *

Five Little Turkeys

Five little turkeys standing in a row.

First little turkey said, “I don’t want to grow.”

Second little turkey said, “Why do you say that?”

Third little turkey said, “I want to get fat.”

Fourth little turkey said, “Thanksgiving is near.”

Fifth little turkey said, “Yes, that’s what I hear.”

Then the five little turkeys that were standing in a row,

All said together, “Come on, let’s go!” Это игра с пальчиками

Пальчики сжаты в кулачок

Разгибаем один пальчик,

Разгибаем второй пальчик,

Разгибаем третий пальчик,

Разгибаем четвертый пальчик,

Разгибаем пятый пальчик,

Пальчики одной руки "бегут" по ладошке второй руки.

BEAR

The other day I met a bear,

Up in the woods a way up there!

RAINBOW

Gree, blue, violet and red,

My name's Billy, your name's Fred.

Violet, orange, red and yellow,

Look at the beautifull rainbow.

BUZZI BEE

Buzzy, buzzy, buzzy bee,

Buzzing round from tree to tree.

Buzzy, buzzy, buzzy bee,

Don't you dare to buzz near me!

Buzzy, buzzy, buzzy bee,

Buzzing right in front of me,

Buzzy, buzzy, buzzy bee,

You don't listen well, I see!

Считалочка (учимся считать)

Own, two,

I love you.

Three, four,

Touch the floor.

Five, six,

Mix and mix.

Seven, eight,

It is great.

Nine, ten,

Play again.

The Rain

The rain it raineth every day,

Upon the just and unjust fella,

But more upon the just, because

The unjust hath the just’s umbrella

Spring Chicken Song

I’m a real spring chicken and I’m yellow and small,

My feathers are fluffy and they’re keeping me warm.

My legs are not long, so I’ll never be tall,

But I’m a real spring chicken and I’m having a ball,

I’m a chicken, I’m a chicken and I’m having a ball.