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All Things Bright and Beautiful

by Cecil Frances Alexander

All things bright and beautiful,

All creatures great and small,

All things wise and wonderful,

The Lord God made them all.

Each little flower that opens,

Each little bird that sings,

He made their glowing colors,

He made their tiny wings.

The purple-headed mountain,

The river running by,

The sunset, and the morning,

That brightens up the sky;

The cold wind in the winter,

The pleasant summer sun,

The ripe fruits in the garden,

He made them every one.

He gave us eyes to see them,

And lips that we might tell,

How great is God Almighty,

Who has made all things well.

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Trees
by Joyce Kilmer

I think that I shall never see

A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest

Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;

Each little flower that opens,

Each little bird that sings,

He made their glowing colors,

He made their tiny wings.

The purple-headed mountain,

The river running by,

The sunset, and the morning,

That brightens up the sky;

The cold wind in the winter,

The pleasant summer sun,

The ripe fruits in the garden,

He made them every one.

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 My Friend
by Joyce Kilmer

Sometimes I feel all thin inside

Insufficient; small;

I feel when people look at me

They don’t see me at all.

I feel that all my beauty’s lost

On cold, indifferent eyes

And offering what I want to give

Would only be unwise.

But then a friend will greet me

and my inner life will bloom

It only takes but one kind word

To sweep away the gloom!

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You Can
by Walter D. Wintle

If you think you’re beaten, you are…

If you think you dare not, you don’t…

If you like to win…but think you can’t…

It’s almost a cinch, You won’t!

If you think you’ll lose, you’re lost…

For out in the world you’ll find…

Success begins with a fellow’s will…

It’s all in a state of mind.

If you think you’re outclassed, you are…

You’ve got to think high to rise…

You’ve got to be sure of yourself before…

You can eber win the prize.

Life’s battle don’t always go.…

To the stronger or faster man…

But sooner or later the one who wins…

Is the one who thinks he can!

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My Cat Knows Carate
By Kenn Nesbitt

My cat knows karate.

My frog knows kung fu.

My poodle knows judo.

My turtle does too.

They all became black belts

by watching TV;
some Chuck Norris movies,
and films with Bruce Lee.

They liked learning lessons

from Jean-Claude Van Damme,
and acting like action-film star
Jackie Chan.

They practiced their punches,

their blocks, and their kicks
until they were masters
of martial arts tricks.

You’d think they’d be good now

at guarding our house,
but, yesterday morning,
they ran from my mouse.

My mouse is a crack-up.
I laughed at his prank.
Do you think it’s weird that
my mouse drives a tank?

For out in the world you’ll find…

Success begins with a fellow’s will…

It’s all in a state of mind.

If you think you’re outclassed, you are…

You’ve got to think high to rise…

You’ve got to be sure of yourself before…

You can eber win the prize.

Life’s battle don’t always go.…

To the stronger or faster man…

But sooner or later the one who wins…

Is the one who thinks he can!