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RHYMES & POEMS
The Busy Ants
The ants are very, very small,
Almost too wee to work at all;
And yet they carry sand – until
Each ant has helped to build a hill.
The ants are very, very wee,
Almost too small for us to see;
But as they hurry through the grass
We will be kind and let them pass.
A Tickly Rhyme
Slowly, slowly, very slowly
Slowly, slowly, very slowly
Quickly, quickly, very quickly
Quickly, quickly, very quickly
The Butterflies
The butterflies
are dancing
swiftly
a
red
black
orange
green
sky-blue
white
pomegranate-red
yellow
violet
Seasons Afoot
Spring wheels in
on roller skates,
zooms up and down
the street
with snow-boots
on its feet
Summer jumps in
barefoot,
kicking water
in the pool
Autumn squeaks
in brand-new shoes –