MA CAVITY GRADE 5

Macavity’s a Mystery Cat: he’s called the Hidden Paw—

For he’s the master criminal who can defy the Law.
He’s the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad’s despair:
For when they reach the scene of crime—Macavity’s not there!
Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,
He’s broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity.
His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare,
And when you reach the scene of crime—Macavity’s not there!
You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air—
But I tell you once and once again, Macavity’s not there!
Macavity’s a ginger cat, he’s very tall and thin;
You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in.
His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly domed;
His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed.
He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake;
And when you think he’s half asleep, he’s always wide awake.
Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,
For he’s a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity.
You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square—
But when a crime’s discovered, then Macavity’s not there!
He’s outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.)
And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard’s.
And when the larder’s looted, or the jewel-case is rifled,
Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke’s been stifled,
Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair—
Ay, there’s the wonder of the thing! Macavity’s not there!
And when the Foreign Office find a Treaty’s gone astray,
Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way,
There may be a scrap of paper in the hall or on the stair—
But it’s useless to investigate—Macavity’s not there!
And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say:
‘It must have been Macavity!’—but he’s a mile away.
You’ll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumbs;
Or engaged in doing complicated long division sums.
Macavity, Macavity, there’s no one like Macavity,
There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity.
He always has an alibi, and one or two to spare:
At whatever time the deed took place—MACAVITY WASN’T THERE!
And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known
(I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone)
Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time
Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime!
THE PIG GRADE 4
In England once there lived a big
And wonderfully clever pig.
To everybody it was plain
That Piggy had a massive brain.
He worked out sums inside his head,
There was no book he hadn't read.
He knew what made an airplane fly,
He knew how engines worked and why.
He knew all this, but in the end
One question drove him round the bend:
He simply couldn't puzzle out
What LIFE was really all about.
What was the reason for his birth?
Why was he placed upon this earth?
His giant brain went round and round.
Alas, no answer could be found.
Till suddenly one wondrous night.
All in a flash he saw the light.
He jumped up like a ballet dancer
And yelled, 'By gum, I've got the answer! '
'They want my bacon slice by slice
'To sell at a tremendous price!
'They want my tender juicy chops
'To put in all the butcher's shops!
'They want my pork to make a roast
'And that's the part'll cost the most!
'They want my sausages in strings!
'They even want my chitterlings!
'The butcher's shop! The carving knife!
'That is the reason for my life! '
Such thoughts as these are not designed
To give a pig great peace of mind.
Next morning, in comes Farmer Bland,
A pail of pigswill in his hand,
And piggy with a mighty roar,
Bashes the farmer to the floor…
Now comes the rather grisly bit
So let's not make too much of it,
Except that you must understand
That Piggy did eat Farmer Bland,
He ate him up from head to toe,
Chewing the pieces nice and slow.
It took an hour to reach the feet,
Because there was so much to eat,
And when he finished, Pig, of course,
Felt absolutely no remorse.
Slowly he scratched his brainy head
And with a little smile he said,
'I had a fairly powerful hunch
'That he might have me for his lunch.
'And so, because I feared the worst,
'I thought I'd better eat him first.'

THE LITTLE RED RIDING HOOD SND THE WOLF GRADE 3A

As soon as Wolf began to feel

That he would like a decent meal,
He went and knocked on Grandma's door.
When Grandma opened it, she saw
The sharp white teeth, the horrid grin,
And Wolfie said, 'May I come in?'
Poor Grandmamma was terrified,
'He's going to eat me up!' she cried.
And she was absolutely right.
He ate her up in one big bite.
But Grandmamma was small and tough,
And Wolfie wailed, 'That's not enough!
I haven't yet begun to feel
That I have had a decent meal!'
He ran around the kitchen yelping,
'I've got to have a second helping!'

Then added with a frightful leer,

'I'm therefore going to wait right here
Till Little Miss Red Riding Hood
Comes home from walking in the wood.'

He quickly put on Grandma's clothes,

(Of course he hadn't eaten those).
He dressed himself in coat and hat.
He put on shoes, and after that,
He even brushed and curled his hair,
Then sat himself in Grandma's chair.
In came the little girl in red.
She stopped. She stared. And then she said,
'What great big ears you have, Grandma.'
'All the better to hear you with,'
the Wolf replied.
'What great big eyes you have, Grandma.'
said Little Red Riding Hood.
'All the better to see you with,'
the Wolf replied.
He sat there watching her and smiled.
He thought, I'm going to eat this child.
Compared with her old Grandmamma,
She's going to taste like caviar.

Then Little Red Riding Hood said, '

But Grandma, what a lovely great big
furry coat you have on.'

'That's wrong!' cried Wolf.

'Have you forgot
To tell me what BIG TEETH I've got?
Ah well, no matter what you say,
I'm going to eat you anyway.'

The small girl smiles. One eyelid flickers.

She whips a pistol from her knickers.
She aims it at the creature's head,
And bang bang bang, she shoots him dead.

A few weeks later, in the wood,

I came across Miss Riding Hood.
But what a change! No cloak of red,
No silly hood upon her head.
She said, 'Hello, and do please note
My lovely furry wolfskin coat.'

 THE GGOLDILOCKS SONG GRADE 3B

When Goldilocks went to the house of the bears

Oh what did her blue eyes see?

A bowl that was big

A bowl that was small

A bowl that was uny and that was all She counted them: one, two, three.

When Goldilocks went to the house of the bears

Oh what did her blue eyes see?

A chair that was big

A chair that was small

A chair that was tiny and that was all She counted them: one, two, three.

When Goldilocks went to the house of the bears

Oh what did her blue eyes see?

A bed that was big

A bed that was small

A bed that was tiny and that was all She counted them: one, two, three.

When Goldilocks went to the house of the bears

Oh what did her blue eyes see?

A bear that was big

A bear that was small

A bear that was tiny and that was all And they growled at her - ROAR! ROAR! ROAR!

MY NAME IS MADHAVI GRADE 2B

My name is Madhavi, I am from Allepey

I speak Malayalam But I am just like you

My name is Natwar, I am from Srinagar

I speak Kashmiri But I am just like you

My name is Shubrata, I am from Kolkatta

I speak Bengali But I am just like you

My name is Vasundhara, I am from Vadodara

I speak Gujarati But I am just like you

My name is Shamsher, I am from Ajmer

I speak Urdu But I am just like you

My name is Arundhati, I am from Guwahati

I speak Assamese But I am just like you

My name is Benjamin, I am from Panjim

I speak Konkani But I am just like you

My name is Ranimai, I am from Chennai

I speak Tamil But I am just like you
My name is Jaswinder, I am from Chandigarh
I speak Punjabi But I am just like you

My name is Madhuri, I am from Ratnagiri

I speak Marathi But I am just like you

My name is Jamshetji, I am from Panchgani

I speak Parsi But I am just like you

My name is Bindiya, I am from India

I speak Hindi And I am just like you.

CANDY MAN GRADE 2A

Who can take a sunrise, sprinkle it with dew

Cover it in chocolate and a miracle or two

The candy man, the candy man can

The candy man can 'cause he mixes it with love And makes the world taste good

Who can take a rainbow, wrap it in a sigh

Soak it in the sun and make a strawberry-lemon pie

The candy man?

The candy man, the candy man can

The candy man can cause he mixes it with love And makes the world taste good

Willy Wonka makes everything he bakes

Satisfying and delicious

Talk about your childhood wishes

You can even eat the dishes

Who can take tomorrow, dip it in a dream

Separate the sorrow and collect up all the cream

The candy man, Willy Wonka can, the candy man can

The candy man can 'cause he mixes it with love And makes the world taste good

And the world tastes good'

Cause the candy man thinks it should

THE SERPENT GRADE 1C

WHAT IS A RAINBOW? GRADE 1A

What is a rainbow?

Does anybody know?

Where does it come from, And where does it go?

Do the fairy artists

Paint it on the sky,

With their magic brushes

Dipped in fairy dye?

Do they get their colors

From the setting sun,

And mix them with the dawn lights

Until every one-

Blue and green and orange,

Violet and red-

In that bow of beauty

Across the heavens spread?

What is a rainbow?

And where does it go?

Can anybody tell me?

I should like to know.

-Evien G. Beaudry

THE TRAIN SONG GRADE 1 B

Chai Chai coffee coffee
Train at the station ready to go
The Signal’s green
the whistle blows
we’re on our way
chugging away
Ta-tak ,ta-tak
chai chai coffee coffee
Bridges, Brook
forest,feilds
hills and mountains
tunnels deep
we’re on our way
chugging away
Ta-tak ,ta-tak
chai chai coffee coffee
Mumbai,Patna , Guwahati
Delhi, Bhopal ,Kanyakumari
we’re on our way
chugging away
Ta-tak ,ta-tak
chai chai coffee coffee