Стихотворения

MY FAMILY.

My mum is short

My dad is tall,

Grandma is old,

I love them all!

I CAN DRAW MY FAMILY.

I have many pencils –

Red and green and blue.

I can draw a picture

And give it to you.

I can draw my mother,

I can draw my father,

I can draw my sister,

And my little brother.

I CAN DRAW MY FAMILY.

I have many pencils –

Red and green and blue.

I can draw a picture

And give it to you.

I can draw my mother,

I can draw my father,

I can draw my sister,

And my little brother.

MY SISTER

She has grey eyes

That are so bright.

She has a little mouth

To kiss Mum «Good night».

— Does she have grey eyes

That are so bright?

— Does she have a little mouth

To kiss Mum «Good night»?

Yes, she does.

 MY BROTHER

My brother Paul

Is very small.

He has ten little fingers,

He has ten little toes,

He has two funny ears

And one funny nose.

— Does he have ten little fingers?

— Does he have ten little toes?

— Does he have two funny ears

  And one funny nose?

— Yes, he does.

ZOO

The sun is up,

The sky is blue

Quicky get up

Run to the Zoo

To feed the kangaroo!

My pet is a cat

My pet is a cat

Big and fat,

Black and white

Who sleeps all night!

I have a rabbit.

I have a rabbit

Small and grey

Which is now ready

For to play!

I have a cat.

I have a cat

His name is Pit

And by the fire

He likes to sit.

 Each day I bring him

A cup of milk,

And smooth his coat

That shines like silk.

 And on my knee

He likes to sit

For Pit loves me

And I love Pit

What Do You Suppose?

What do you suppose?

A bee sat on my nose.

And then what do you think?

That bee gave me a wink.

Oh what do you hear?

A bee sat on my ear.

And then what do you think?

That bee gave me a wink.

Oh what do you see?

That bee sat on my knee.

And then what do you know?

That bee stung me on my toe!

Rabbit

Rabbits can be white or grey.

They chew carrots every day,

And I like my rabbits very much,

Just to watch them and to touch.

Parrot

My parrot always sings so sweet.

I keep the cage just very neat.

And it repeats my words so funny.

We wonder then with brother Bunny.

Fluffy cat.

Fluffy cat, fluffy cat,

Stay here, on my bed!

I am alone at home

And you are sweet and warm!

Fish

I asked my dad to buy a pet

Let it be one that nobody’s met

At last I’ve got a goldfish.

O, if it could fulfill my wish

Rabbit dear

Rabbit dear

Please come here

Let’s now run

And have some fun!

A friend

A dog is a friend, never to end.
A dog is a thing never to sin.
A dog is a friend, that gets you up high,
Whatever you do, he won't tell a lie.

Pet

I dream of a pet

To make him my friend.

I’ll tease him and teach

On the beautiful beach.

Olya has a pencil,

Olya has a pen,

She draws with a pencil,

She writes with a pen.

Where's my little hare?

Look! Under the chair.

Where's my little fox?

Look! In the box.

The bear is white.

The bird is blue.

The dog is black.

The puppy is, too.

3 класс

Mind the clock

And keep the rule:

Always come in time to school

Under the Sky

Here I lie

Under the sky

Green trees above me.

Nature and I.

One, eat your bun!

Two, look at the kangaroo!

Three, look at the bee!

Four, open the door!

Five, take the knife!

Six, take the sticks!

Seven, count to eleven!

Eight, stop and wait!

Nine, you are fine! 

Ten, say it all again!

Eleven and twelve, we are very well!

Let's go on a trip!

Let's pack our bag!

Take your trainers,

Take your shoes.

Let's go!

Take your skirt and take your shirt.

Let's go!

Take your dress! Off we go!

Oh, what a mess!

Oh, no!

I will be a lion,

And you will be a bear,

I will run after you,

And you will hide under the chair.

I will make a little cake.

He and she will make some tea.

Mum will make another cake.

For you and them and me!

The Lazy Son

The sun is shining, the day is fine,

But Johny, the lazy son of mine,

Is still in bed and it’s half past nine.

I want a tree

For shade and rest,

I want a tree

Where birds can nest.

So I planted

A green tree

For shade and rest,

For you and me.

What is red?

Asks little Fred.

His brother says,

The rose is red.

What is white?

My kite is white.

Do you see my little kite?

What is grey?

Now, can you say?

Yes, I can.

The mouse is grey.

What is black?

My cat is black. '

It goes out

And comes back.

Apples

Juicy apples, brown and red,

Are good for your teeth, my dentist said.

 So after meals I take a bite

To keep my teeth both strong and white.

It’s not always easy to keep yourself busy.

The homework is done, it’s fun!

The book is read and is given to Fred.

The cat is fed, but why is it sad?

The dishes are washed,

All films are watched.

It’s not always easy to keep yourself busy.

The Most Pleasant Tree

From the very top of the tallest tree

A little breeze called down to me:

“Come up here and you will see

 the things that are most pleasant to me.

I see the birds are flying south

And the days are grey and cool.

Do the birds look down and see

That I am going to school?

How soon do the streams softly flow?

When do the first flowers gently blow?

Where do the strong winds suddenly go?

Why do the plants slowly grow?

I don’t know.

But the wind is blowing lightly.

The sun is shining brightly.

High up in the tree

A bird sings merrily.

And the streams will flow,

Flowers will blow

Winds will go,

Grasses will grow, even if I don’t know

Fred comes from school one winter day

 As clever as can be,

And wants to show to all around

 How smart a boy is he.

And so at dinner he begins:

“Papa, you think you see

There are two chickens on that dish,

But  now I’ll prove that there are three:

First, this is one and that is two,

As plain as plain can be.

I add the one into the two,

And two and one make three!”

“Just so,” answers his Papa,

“If what you say is three,

I will take one, Mamma takes one,

The third we’ll leave for you.”

Shopping, shopping, Christmas shopping.

Mums are hurrying — running, hopping.

Presents, boxes everywhere,

Cards and crackers, teddy-bears,

Lots of useless pretty things:

Candles, tinsel, golden rings,

I’ve been doing shopping too.

Look at me: you’ll see it’s true:

Messy clothes and messy hair —

Christmas, Christmas everywhere

Shopping, shopping, Christmas shopping.

Mums are hurrying — running, hopping.

Presents, boxes everywhere,

Cards and crackers, teddy-bears,

Lots of useless pretty things:

Candles, tinsel, golden rings,

I’ve been doing shopping too.

Look at me: you’ll see it’s true:

Messy clothes and messy hair —

Christmas, Christmas everywhere

When I think of what I will be,

 It is something that puzzles me.

 When I am a grown man,

Shall I drive a lorry or a van?

Shall I be an electrician,

And fix everybody’s television?

When I think of what I’ll be,

It is something that puzzles me.

I want to be an actor, Dad. I want to go on stage.

You should be a banker, Tom, and earn a decent wage.

I want to be a barber, Dad. I want to do people’s hair.

You should be a pilot Tom, and work for British Air.

I want to be a clown, Dad. I think I am very funny.

You should be a driver, Tom, and earn a lot of money.

I want to be a barman, Dad, so I can drink a lot of beer!

A barman! You are joking, Tom. That isn’t a career!

I want to go into politics, Dad, and put the country right.

I think that’s an excellent idea.

Let’s tell your mother tonight.

Sightseeing in London.

Forty cameras clicking, clicking,

Stamps on twenty postcards sticking.

Doing London in a day,

Seeing all and then away.

First the Thames and then the Tower.

Lots of time — another hour!

Sightseeing in London.

Forty cameras clicking, clicking,

Stamps on twenty postcards sticking.

Doing London in a day,

Seeing all and then away.

First the Thames and then the Tower.

Lots of time — another hour!

Picadilly

Picadilly is full of light;

On the left and on the right

Snack-bars, theatres, jazz and pop,

Hurry, hurry, never stop.

Trafalgar Square

Who is that man right up there

Standing high in Trafalgar Square?

That’s Lord Nelson looking out to sea.

To see the sea? Oh, goodness me.

Big Ben

Listen, oh, that’s Big Ben,

It can’t be true! Already ten!

 Twenty postcards still to write,

And we leave London at twelve tonight.

The bells of spring are ringing,

Are ringing loud and gay.

To hills and forests they are bringing

Sweet melody today.

The bells of spring are ringing,

Are ringing far and wide.

 Nice days they are bringing

To people and the countryside.