Cliddesden Primary School

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are!

Up above the world so high,

Like a diamond in the sky.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are!

When the blazing sun is gone,

When he nothing shines upon,

Then you show your little light,

Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are!

Then the traveller in the dark,

Thanks you for your tiny spark,

He could not see which way to go,

If you did not twinkle so.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!

In the dark blue sky you keep,

And often through my curtains peep,

For you never shut your eye,
Till the sun is in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!

As your bright and tiny spark,

Lights the traveller in the dark,—

Though I know not what you are,

Twinkle, twinkle, little star.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,

How I wonder what you are!

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!
Oh! 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.

Me and my brother,

we sit up in bed

doing my dad's sayings.

I go to bed first

and I'm just dozing off

and I hear a funny voice going:

"Never let me see you doing that again,"

and it's my brother

poking his finger out just like my dad going:

"Never let me see you doing that again."

And so I join in

and we're both going:

"Never let me see you doing that again."

So what happens next time when we get into trouble

and my dad's telling me off?

He's going:

"Never let me see you doing that again."

So I'm looking up at my dad going, 

"Sorry, Dad, sorry,"

and I suddenly catch sight of my brother's 

big red face

poking out from behind my dad.

And while my dad is poking me with his finger in time with the words:

"Never let me see you doing that again,"

there's my brother doing just the same

behind my dad's back

just where I can see him

and he's saying the words as well

So I start laughing

and my dad says,

"AND IT'S NO LAUGHING MATTER."

Of course my brother knows that one as well

and he's going with his mouth:

"And it's no laughing matter."

But my dad's not stupid.

He knows something is going on.

So he looks round

and there's my brother

with his finger poking out

just like my dad

and I'm standing there laughing.

Oh no

then we all get into

REALLY BIG TROUBLE.

I will put in the box

the swish of a silk sari on a summer night,

 fire from the nostrils of a Chinese dragon,

the tip of a tongue touching a tooth.

I will put in the box

a snowman with a rumbling belly
a sip of the bluest water from Lake Lucerne,

a leaping spark from an electric fish.

I will put into the box

three violet wishes spoken in Gujarati,

the last joke of an ancient uncle,
and the first smile of a baby.