Two More Days Till School By: Leslie Kimmelman I'm finally going to school this year, and now the big day's almost here. I'll learn to write and count and read-- Only two more days till school. I got new pants and shirts and socks, a brand-new red and blue lunch box; I'll paint and sing and dance and play-- Only one more day fill school. My hair is washed, my sneakers squeak, I'm so excited, I can hardly speak! New things to do, new friends to meet-- Hooray! It's the first day of school!
We went to school today, My little boy and I. I worried all through breakfast, afraid that he might cry. I watched him walk away with pride and I was quite alone, The tears I thought,would surely be his, are indeed my very own!
Here We Sit Together (sung to the tune of "the more we get together")
Sit in a circle and then sing:
Here we sit together, together, together Here we sit together, all here on the floor. There's ________ and ________ and ________ (etc, until every child has said their name) Here we sit together, all here on the floor.
Twas the night before school started, When all through the town, The parents were cheering. It was a riotous sound! By eight, kids were washed And tucked into bed... When memories of homework...filled them with dread!
New pencils, new folders, new notebooks, too! New teachers, new friends...their anxiety grew! The parents just giggled when they learned of this fright And shouted upstairs-... GO TO BED-IT'S A SCHOOL NIGHT!
The Old Bark School by Henry Lawson It was built of bark and poles, and the floor was full of holes Where each leak in rainy weather made a pool; And the walls were mostly cracks lined with calico and sacks – There was little need for windows in the school.
Then we rode to school and back by the rugged gully-track, On the old grey horse that carried three or four; And he looked so very wise that he lit the master's eyes Every time he put his head in at the door.
He had run with Cobb and Co. – "that grey leader, let him go!" There were men "as knowed the brand upon his hide", And "as knowed it on the course". Funeral service: "Good old horse!" When we burnt him in the gully where he died.
And the master thought the same. 'Twas from Ireland that he came, Where the tanks are full all summer, and the feed is simply grand; And the joker then in vogue said his lessons wid a brogue – 'Twas unconscious imitation, let the reader understand.
And we learnt the world in scraps from some ancient dingy maps Long discarded by the public-schools in town; And as nearly every book dated back to Captain Cook Our geography was somewhat upside-down.
It was "in the book" and so – well, at that we'd let it go, For we never would believe that print could lie; And we all learnt pretty soon that when we came out at noon "The sun is in the south part of the sky."
And Ireland! that was known from the coast-line to Athlone: We got little information re the land that gave us birth; Save that Captain Cook was killed (and was very likely grilled) And "the natives of New Holland are the lowest race on earth".
And a woodcut, in its place, of the same degraded race Seemed a lot more like a camel than the blackfellows that we knew; Jimmy Bullock, with the rest, scratched his head and gave it best; But his faith was sadly shaken by a bobtailed kangaroo.
But the old bark school is gone, and the spot it stood upon Is a cattle-camp in winter where the curlew's cry is heard; There's a brick school on the flat, but a schoolmate teaches that, For, about the time they built it, our old master was "transferred".
But the bark school comes again with exchanges 'cross the plain – With the Out-Back Advertiser; and my fancy roams at large When I read of passing stock, of a western mob or flock, With "James Bullock", "Grey", or "Henry Dale" in charge.
And I think how Jimmy went from the old bark school content, With his "eddication" finished, with his pack-horse after him; And perhaps if I were back I would take the self-same track, For I wish my learning ended when the Master "finished" Jim.
Its hard to explain, the way I feel; A place unknown but is so real! A soft voice welcomes me to the place, I look up to see a lady�s smiling face.
I am led to a table that is covered with shapes, A young girl my age says �Hi I am Grace, I am three, but soon will be four. I am a big girl and not afraid anymore.
Days go on and I encounter many new experiences and friends, I feel like I�m on a roller coaster, which never seems to end. I forever trying new things and learning everyday. And the best thing is I having fun while I play!
Today I wrote my name for the very first time, My teacher hugs me and gives the most gracious smile. I feel full of pride; confident I can do anything if I try. If you come to Kindy you are sure to find inside, Happy smiles from children that continually shine!
All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten by Robert Fulghum Most of what I really need To know about how to live And what to do and how to be I learned in kindergarten. Wisdom was not at the top Of the graduate school mountain, But there in the sandpile at Sunday school.
These are the things I learned:
Share everything. Play fair. Don't hit people. Put things back where you found them. Clean up your own mess. Don't take things that aren't yours. Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody. Wash your hands before you eat. Flush. Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you. Live a balanced life - Learn some and think some And draw and paint and sing and dance And play and work everyday some. Take a nap every afternoon. When you go out into the world, Watch out for traffic, Hold hands and stick together. Be aware of wonder.
Pushing is for shopping carts. Pushing is for swings, Baby buggies, mowers, doors, and many other things.
Pushing in the line at school And in the busline, too, Or in the cafeteria Is NOT the thing to do.
So be polite and DO NOT PUSH, Or prod or poke or squeeze, or use your bony shoulders Or your knobby little knees.
Be Nice! by Norah Smaridge
If there's a substitute today Please see she has a happy stay. Don't whisper all the time with Pat Or find so much to giggle at. It's mean to tell a fib and say You had no homework yesterday, Or to pretend you just don't know What you should do or where things go.
Instead of trying to break her heart Why not be helpful from the start? Then, when she leaves, give her a smile. Tell her good-bye in friendly style-- And pin a medal on her, too, For coping with a class like you!
(Note from Meredith. I don't like the last two lines, but they could be changed to "And say thank you, too, For all she's done for you!" The she may sometimes need to be changed to he!)
Tamika M. My Beach Bag- by Sherry (A Tisket, a Tasket)
(In advance hide several beach toys and a beach bag around the classroom. Then sing the first two verses of the song. Ask the children to help to find the missing beach items. Once the items are gathered and placed in the bag, joyously sing the last verse.)
My beach bag, my beach bag, My filled-with-toys beach bag Was on my way to the shore today, And on the way I lost it. I lost it. I lost it. Yes, on the way I lost it. With all my castle-building toys, Oh, I’m so sad I lost it. We found it. We found it. Yes, finally we found it! With all my castle-building toys, Oh, I’m so glad we found it.
MOXIE DAY and Family! The First Day of Kindergarten
Today was it. I went to school. It was fun and kinda cool. We did the hokey-pokey dance. Peter cried - he wet his pants. Miss Libby said to make a line. I got paper. I drew mine. But all the kids were in a row. Miss Libby said, "Come on, let's go." I sang and drew and had some fun. I've gone to school and now I'm done.
Huh? What did you say? I've got to go another day? I am not done this afternoon? I've got to go until mid-June! I thought today I was all done. I guess today was just day one.
Sam asked a question of his teacher He asked it of the stern Miss Meacher You wouldn’t punish me, would you? For something that I did not do Of course not boy, answered Miss Spitting the reply out with a hiss That’s a relief he began to explain As I didn't do my homework again.
Welcome, children, I'm glad you're here. We're going to have a wonderful year! We'll draw and we'll write, we'll sing and we'll play, we'll paint and we'll build, and learn new things each day!
My First Day:
ReplyDeleteElise S. Lindgren
See me skip,
See me run,
I'm going to school like everyone.
See me smile,
See me grin,
When the bell rings, I walk in.
See me work,
See me play,
I'm in Kindergarten-
My first Day!
(An upbeat and encouraging poem to share with Kindergartner's on their first day)
Posted by: Krista Canfield
Two More Days Till School
ReplyDeleteBy: Leslie Kimmelman
I'm finally going to school this year,
and now the big day's almost here.
I'll learn to write and count and read--
Only two more days till school.
I got new pants and shirts and socks,
a brand-new red and blue lunch box;
I'll paint and sing and dance and play--
Only one more day fill school.
My hair is washed, my sneakers squeak,
I'm so excited, I can hardly speak!
New things to do, new friends to meet--
Hooray! It's the first day of school!
School Poem
ReplyDeleteAuthor Unknown
Today I hurry off to school,
To work and learn and play
I'm in a brand new grade this year.
What a happy day!!!!!
I am
(to the tune of Frere Jacques)
I am (name),
I am (name),
That's my name,
That's my name,
I am glad to be here,
I am glad to be here,
At school today,
At school today.
1st Day of School
ReplyDeleteWe went to school today,
My little boy and I.
I worried all through breakfast,
afraid that he might cry.
I watched him walk away
with pride and I was quite alone,
The tears I thought,would surely
be his, are indeed my very own!
My Doggy Ate My Homework
ReplyDelete“My doggy ate my homework.
He chewed it up,” I said.
But when I offered my excuse
My teacher shook her head.
I saw this wasn’t going well.
I didn’t want to fail.
Before she had a chance to talk,
I added to the tale:
“Before he ate, he took my work
And tossed it in a pot.
He simmered it with succotash
Till it was piping hot.
“He scrambled up my science notes
With eggs and bacon strips,
Along with sauteed spelling words
And baked potato chips.
“He then took my arithmetic
And had it gently fried.
He broiled both my book reports
With pickles on the side.
“He wore a doggy apron
As he cooked a notebook stew.
He barked when I objected.
There was nothing I could do.”
“Did he wear a doggy chef hat?”
She asked me with a scowl.
“He did,” I said. “And taking it
Would only make him growl.”
My teacher frowned, but then I said
As quickly as I could,
“He covered it with ketchup,
And he said it tasted good.”
“A talking dog who likes to cook?”
My teacher had a fit.
She sent me to the office,
And that is where I sit.
I guess I made a big mistake
In telling her all that.
’Cause I don’t have a doggy.
It was eaten by my cat.
--DAVE CRAWLEY
My School Promise
ReplyDeleteEach day I'll do my best
And I won't do any less.
My work will always please me,
And I won't accept a mess.
I'll color very carefully,
My writing will be neat.
And I will not be happy,
Till my papers are complete.
I'll always do my homework,
And try my best on every test.
I won't forget my promise,
To do my very best!
My Excellent Education
ReplyDeleteHow to juggle.
How to hop.
How to make
my knuckles pop.
How to whinny.
How to cluck.
How to talk
like Donald Duck.
How to wiggle
both my ears.
How to fake
convincing tears.
How to yo-yo.
Capture flies.
Roll my tongue
and cross my eyes.
How to make a
piggy snout.
How to make
my eyes bug out.
That's a list
of all the cool
stuff I learned
to do in school.
--Kenn Nesbitt
Here We Sit Together
ReplyDelete(sung to the tune of "the more we get together")
Sit in a circle and then sing:
Here we sit together, together, together
Here we sit together, all here on the floor.
There's ________ and ________ and ________
(etc, until every child has said their name)
Here we sit together, all here on the floor.
-Author unknown
An Apple For The Parent
ReplyDeleteAn Apple for the teacher...
It's really nothing new.
Except when you remember,
Parents are teachers too!
Twas the night before school started,
ReplyDeleteWhen all through the town,
The parents were cheering.
It was a riotous sound!
By eight, kids were washed
And tucked into bed...
When memories of homework...filled them with dread!
New pencils, new folders, new notebooks, too!
New teachers, new friends...their anxiety grew!
The parents just giggled when they learned of this fright
And shouted upstairs-...
GO TO BED-IT'S A SCHOOL NIGHT!
The Old Bark School by Henry Lawson
ReplyDeleteIt was built of bark and poles, and the floor was full of holes
Where each leak in rainy weather made a pool;
And the walls were mostly cracks lined with calico and sacks –
There was little need for windows in the school.
Then we rode to school and back by the rugged gully-track,
On the old grey horse that carried three or four;
And he looked so very wise that he lit the master's eyes
Every time he put his head in at the door.
He had run with Cobb and Co. – "that grey leader, let him go!"
There were men "as knowed the brand upon his hide",
And "as knowed it on the course". Funeral service: "Good old horse!"
When we burnt him in the gully where he died.
And the master thought the same. 'Twas from Ireland that he came,
Where the tanks are full all summer, and the feed is simply grand;
And the joker then in vogue said his lessons wid a brogue –
'Twas unconscious imitation, let the reader understand.
And we learnt the world in scraps from some ancient dingy maps
Long discarded by the public-schools in town;
And as nearly every book dated back to Captain Cook
Our geography was somewhat upside-down.
It was "in the book" and so – well, at that we'd let it go,
For we never would believe that print could lie;
And we all learnt pretty soon that when we came out at noon
"The sun is in the south part of the sky."
And Ireland! that was known from the coast-line to Athlone:
We got little information re the land that gave us birth;
Save that Captain Cook was killed (and was very likely grilled)
And "the natives of New Holland are the lowest race on earth".
And a woodcut, in its place, of the same degraded race
Seemed a lot more like a camel than the blackfellows that we knew;
Jimmy Bullock, with the rest, scratched his head and gave it best;
But his faith was sadly shaken by a bobtailed kangaroo.
But the old bark school is gone, and the spot it stood upon
Is a cattle-camp in winter where the curlew's cry is heard;
There's a brick school on the flat, but a schoolmate teaches that,
For, about the time they built it, our old master was "transferred".
But the bark school comes again with exchanges 'cross the plain –
With the Out-Back Advertiser; and my fancy roams at large
When I read of passing stock, of a western mob or flock,
With "James Bullock", "Grey", or "Henry Dale" in charge.
And I think how Jimmy went from the old bark school content,
With his "eddication" finished, with his pack-horse after him;
And perhaps if I were back I would take the self-same track,
For I wish my learning ended when the Master "finished" Jim.
First Day At School
ReplyDeleteIts hard to explain, the way I feel;
A place unknown but is so real!
A soft voice welcomes me to the place,
I look up to see a lady�s smiling face.
I am led to a table that is covered with shapes,
A young girl my age says �Hi I am Grace,
I am three, but soon will be four.
I am a big girl and not afraid anymore.
Days go on and I encounter many new experiences and friends,
I feel like I�m on a roller coaster, which never seems to end.
I forever trying new things and learning everyday.
And the best thing is I having fun while I play!
Today I wrote my name for the very first time,
My teacher hugs me and gives the most gracious smile.
I feel full of pride; confident I can do anything if I try.
If you come to Kindy you are sure to find inside,
Happy smiles from children that continually shine!
-Julie Mc Millan
All I Really Need To Know I Learned In Kindergarten
ReplyDeleteby Robert Fulghum
Most of what I really need
To know about how to live
And what to do and how to be
I learned in kindergarten.
Wisdom was not at the top
Of the graduate school mountain,
But there in the sandpile at Sunday school.
These are the things I learned:
Share everything.
Play fair.
Don't hit people.
Put things back where you found them.
Clean up your own mess.
Don't take things that aren't yours.
Say you're sorry when you hurt somebody.
Wash your hands before you eat.
Flush.
Warm cookies and cold milk are good for you.
Live a balanced life -
Learn some and think some
And draw and paint and sing and dance
And play and work everyday some.
Take a nap every afternoon.
When you go out into the world,
Watch out for traffic,
Hold hands and stick together.
Be aware of wonder.
Take It Easy by Norah Smaridge
ReplyDeletePushing is for shopping carts.
Pushing is for swings,
Baby buggies, mowers, doors,
and many other things.
Pushing in the line at school
And in the busline, too,
Or in the cafeteria
Is NOT the thing to do.
So be polite and DO NOT PUSH,
Or prod or poke or squeeze,
or use your bony shoulders
Or your knobby little knees.
Be Nice! by Norah Smaridge
If there's a substitute today
Please see she has a happy stay.
Don't whisper all the time with Pat
Or find so much to giggle at.
It's mean to tell a fib and say
You had no homework yesterday,
Or to pretend you just don't know
What you should do or where things go.
Instead of trying to break her heart
Why not be helpful from the start?
Then, when she leaves, give her a smile.
Tell her good-bye in friendly style--
And pin a medal on her, too,
For coping with a class like you!
(Note from Meredith. I don't like the last two lines, but they could be changed to
"And say thank you, too,
For all she's done for you!"
The she may sometimes need to be changed to he!)
Fs Are “Fabulous”
ReplyDeleteHey, Mon and Dad! I got my grades!
And you’ll be thrilled to hear
The marks on our report cards
Are changed around this year.
A bunch of kids were telling me
This morning on the bus,
That they had heard some teachers say
That’s Fs are “fabulous”.
And Ds are proudly given out
For work that’s “Dynamite.”
They’re used to honor kids like
whose brains are really bright.
So C of course is super “cool”-
I’ve got a few of those.
I wish they could be Ds and Fs,
But that’s the way it goes.
I’m pleased to see my teacher
Didn’t give an A or B.
I’ve worked too hard for one of those.
Gosh, aren’t you proud of me?
I see you don’t believe me.
You think that I am lying?
At least you will agree
That I should get an A for trying!
Ted Scheu
Back to School Fingerplay
ReplyDeleteTwo little houses all closed up tight
(make fists)
Open up the window and let in the light
(open fist)
Ten little finger people tall and straight
(ten fingers)
Ready for school at half past eight
(walk with fingers)
Tamika M.
ReplyDeleteMy Beach Bag- by Sherry
(A Tisket, a Tasket)
(In advance hide several beach toys and a beach bag around the classroom. Then sing the first two verses of the song. Ask the children to help to find the missing beach items. Once the items are gathered and placed in the bag, joyously sing the last verse.)
My beach bag, my beach bag,
My filled-with-toys beach bag
Was on my way to the shore today,
And on the way I lost it.
I lost it. I lost it.
Yes, on the way I lost it.
With all my castle-building toys,
Oh, I’m so sad I lost it.
We found it. We found it.
Yes, finally we found it!
With all my castle-building toys,
Oh, I’m so glad we found it.
MOXIE DAY and Family!
ReplyDeleteThe First Day of Kindergarten
Today was it. I went to school.
It was fun and kinda cool.
We did the hokey-pokey dance.
Peter cried - he wet his pants.
Miss Libby said to make a line.
I got paper. I drew mine.
But all the kids were in a row.
Miss Libby said, "Come on, let's go."
I sang and drew and had some fun.
I've gone to school and now I'm done.
Huh?
What did you say?
I've got to go another day?
I am not done this afternoon?
I've got to go until mid-June!
I thought today I was all done.
I guess today was just day one.
Food Fight
ReplyDeleteWe’d never seen the teachers
in a state of such distress.
The principal was yelling
that the lunchroom was a mess.
It started off so innocent
when someone threw a bun,
but all the other kids decided
they should join the fun.
It instantly turned into
an enormous lunchroom feud,
as students started hurling
all their halfway-eaten food.
A glob went whizzing through the air,
impacting on the wall.
Another chunk went sailing out
the doorway to the hall.
The food was splattered everywhere—
the ceilings, walls, and doors.
A sloppy, gloppy mess was on
the tables and the floors.
And so our good custodian
ran out to grab his mop.
It took him half the afternoon
to clean up all the slop.
The teachers even used some words
we’re not supposed to mention.
And that’s how all the kids and teachers
wound up in detention.
Backpack
ReplyDeleteOn my back a pack I carry
In it, all my treasures.
It's what I need
So I can be
One class higher!
Crayons, ruler, scissors too,
And yes a little Elmer's glue
Paper, pencils, in my bag…
Wonder what made mom so sad?
Trapper keeper, nice and neat
Will it really stay this clean?
On my back a pack I carry
In it, all my treasures!
Today I'll be
Just watch and see
One class higher!
Shelley Plum
Excuse Me Miss
ReplyDeleteSam asked a question of his teacher
He asked it of the stern Miss Meacher
You wouldn’t punish me, would you?
For something that I did not do
Of course not boy, answered Miss
Spitting the reply out with a hiss
That’s a relief he began to explain
As I didn't do my homework again.
Paul Curtis
September
ReplyDeleteby Judith Lindburg
Red apples
Blue sky
Yellow buses
It's September.
Falling leaves
Rainbow crayons
Many questions
It's September.
Opening doors
Opening books
Opening hearts
It's September.
Time of wonder
Time of growing
Timeless treasures
It's September.
Welcome, children.
Welcome
ReplyDeleteby: Amy Tevelthusis
Welcome, children, I'm glad you're here.
We're going to have a wonderful year!
We'll draw and we'll write,
we'll sing and we'll play,
we'll paint and we'll build,
and learn new things each day!