Poems for Kids

Poems for Kids is the web page that brings you rhyming stuff for the littlies on a whole range of topics from dickie birds to scarecrows










Two little dickie birds sitting on a wall,
One named Peter, one named Paul.
Fly away, Peter! Fly away, Paul
Come back, Peter! Come back, Paul

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A little Jenny wren,
Was sitting by the shed.
She wagged her tail,
And nodded with her head.

She wagged with her tail,
And nodded with her head.
As little Jenny wren,
Was sitting by the shed.

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Everything my grandma does
is something special made with love.
She take time to add the extra touch
that says, "I love you very much."

She fixes hurts with a kiss and smile
and tell good stories grandma-style.
It's warm and cozy on her lap
for secret telling or a nap.

And when I say my prayer at night,
I ask God to bless and hold her tight.
Cause when it comes to giving hugs
My grandma's arms are filled with love!

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A sailor went to sea, sea, sea.
To see what he could see, see, see.
But all that he could see, see, see.
Was the bottom of the deep blue sea, sea, sea.

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I have fought against the poodle with his gory, deadly paws
I have faced the fearsome kitten, wild and bony,
And somehow I've evaded the enormous chomping jaws
Of the frighteningly ferocious Shetland pony.

My triumph o'er the rabbit is now sung throughout the land,
And men still speak in whispers of the day
When, attacked by twelve mosquitoes, with my one unwounded hand,
I killed nine of them and dove the rest away.

I have faced the housefly in his lair, I have stalked the ladybug
And the caterpillar, grim and fierce and hairy
That trophy there is bumblebee, and this, my favourite rug,
Has been fashioned from the hide of a canary.

I have dived into the ocean to do combat with a shrimp,
I have dared the hen to come on out and fight;
I have battled with the butterfly (that's why I have this limp),
And I slew a monstrous grubworm just last night.

But this evening I must sally forth to meet the savage moth,
And if I don't come back in time for tea,
You shall know that I fell gallantly, as gallantly I fought
So please be gentle when you speak of me.

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I'd like to be a circus clown,
And make a funny face.
And have all the people laugh at me,
As I jump around the place.


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The old scarecrow is such a funny man.
He flops in the wind as hard as he can.
He flops to the right.
He flops to the left.
He flops back and forth
Till he's almost out of breath.
His arms swing out;
his legs swing, too.
He nods his head in a
How-do-you-do?
See him flippity flop when the wind blows hard,
The funny scarecrow in our backyard.

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I'm a little scarecrow
Stuffed with hay,
Standing watch in my field all day.
When I see a crow
I like to shout:
"Hey, Mr. Crow, you'd better get out!"

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The floppy, floppy scarecrow
Guards his field all day.
He waves his floppy, floppy hands
To scare the crows away.

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When all the cows were sleeping
And the sun was behind a cloud.
Up jumped a scarecrow
And shouted very loud!

"I'm a Jingle Jangle scarecrow
With a flippy floppy hat.
I can shake my arms like this!
And shake my arms like that!"

**

The funny, funny scarecrow
Guards his field all day,
He waves his floppy, floppy arms
To scare the crows away!

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