March Poetry Page

Our Poetry units go along with our March units on Spring, Kites,

St. Patrick’s Day, Frogs, Animals, and Dr. Seuss.

Never Mind, March Never mind, March, we know When you blow You’re not really mad Or angry, or bad; You’re only blowing the winter away To get the world ready for April and May.	It's Time for Spring My sweater's tight and itchy My snow pants are too small Last week I lost a mitten I can't find my scarf at all. My woolen socks have lost their toes My boots have lost their tread And I have lost the love I had For words like "skis" and "sled". But...my fishing rod still fits And...my baseball bat still hits I have a kite that wants to fly So...Winter, call it quits! -Bobbi Katz
Wearing Of The Green It ought to come in April Or better yet, in May When everything is green as green- I mean St. Patrick's Day. With still a week of winter This wearing of the green Seems rather out of season- It's rushing things, I mean. But maybe March is better When all is done and said: St. Patrick brings a promise, A four-leaf-clover promise, A green-all-over promise Of springtime just ahead.
	Lion and Lamb A lion is big and very strong. It has a tail that’s very long! A lion can roar in a great big way. I feel like a lion today! A lamb is small and soft and sweet. It has a tail that’ short and neat. A lamb can bleat in a quiet way. I feel like a lamb today.
The Cat In The Hat Comes Back- (Try a story rewrite! ) I use the following story frame for mine: If the cat came into the (dining room) This is what I would do....... I would make him a lasagna dinner And call the man at the zoo	Sunflakes If sunlight fell like snowflakes gleaming yellow and so bright we could build a sunman we could have a sunball fight. We could watch the sunflakes drifting in the sky We could go sleighing in the middle of July through sundrifts and sunbanks we could ride a sunmobile and we could touch sunflakes- I wonder how they'd feel. -Frank Asch
It’s Spring Bees soon will buzz. Rabbits soon will hop. Birds soon will sing. Frogs soon kerplop. Chicks soon will peek. Kids soon will play. A fine spring day! By Robert McCracken	The Monkeys At The Zoo Tune: Farmer In The Dell The monkeys at the zoo, The monkeys at the zoo, Hi-ho, they laugh and play, The monkeys at the zoo. The monkeys run and hide, The monkeys run and hide, They like to play, then run away, The monkeys at the zoo.
Er-er-er-er-Rooster Every day the rooster crows, Er-er-er-er-er, As he stretches on his toes, Er-er-er-er-er, He shakes his head, And flaps his wings, Er-er-er-er-er, Wake up, wake up you sleepy head, Er-er-er-er-er!	The Rooster Tune: Pop Goes The Weasel The rooster crows at the break of day To say the day is new We all know just what he’ll say, “Cock-a-doodle-doo!”
There Was A Little Turtle There was a little turtle, Who lived in a box, He swam in a puddle, He climbed on the rocks, He snapped at a mosquito, He snapped at a flea, He snapped at a minnow, And he snapped at me, He caught the mosquito, He caught the flea, He caught the minnow, But, he didn’t catch me.	Down At The Barnyard Tune: Down By The Station Down at the barnyard, Early in the morning See the little chicks, Moving to and fro, See them come to greet us, Flap, flap, flap, flap, Off they go!
FIVE LITTLE FROGS Five little frogs sitting by a lake. The first was scared away by a snake. The next one decided to take a swim. The third one followed him right in. The fourth little frog took a great big leap So the last little frog just went to sleep.	Twenty Froggies Twenty froggies went to school, Down beside a rushy pool. Twenty vests all white and clean, Twenty coats all bright and green. “We must be on time”, said they, First we study, then we play. That is how we go to school, Down beside the rushy pool.
Higgy Piggy You put your right hoof in, You put your right out, You put your right hoof in and, You shake it all about, You do the Higgy-Piggy and, You turn yourself around, That’s what it’s all about! OINK! Other verses: Left hoof, right hamhock, snout, curly tail, etc.	Eight Pigs Two mother pigs lived in a pen, (thumbs) Each had four babies and that made ten. (fingers of both hands) These 4 babies were black and white. (fingers of one hand) These 4 babies were black as night. (fingers of other hand) All 8 babies loved to play. (wiggle fingers) And they rolled and rolled in the mud all day. (roll hands)

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