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Dirt on my Shirt There’s dirt on my shirt And leaves in my hair There’s mud on my boots But I don’t really care Playing outside is so much fun To breathe the clean air And feel the warm sun To stomp in a puddle Or climb a big tree Makes me quite happy Just look and you’ll see By Jeff Foxworthy

 Noises   “Boing, boing, boing” goes a happy kangaroo  “Boing, boing, boing”goes a hoppy frog too  “Yip, yip, yip” goes the puppy up the street  “Tweet, tweet, tweet” goes our little parakeet  “Ding-a-ling-a-ling” goes a fire truck in a hurry  “Wah, wah, wah” goes my baby brother Murray

 My Hippo Has the Hiccups  My hippo has the hiccups  and his hiccups shake the ground.  The floor is always rumbling  when my hippo is around.   I bought him at the pet store  But I missed a small detail.  I didn't see the sign said:  "Hiccupotamus for sale.”  --Kenn Nesbitt

 My Dog Plays Invisible Frisbee  My dog plays invisible Frisbee .He catches invisible balls.  He rides an invisible skateboard.  He hurdles invisible walls.  My dog has perfected the practice of doing invisible tricks.  He jumps with invisible jump ropes and fetches invisible sticks.  He barks at invisible mailmen.He growls at invisible cats.  He'll bring me invisible slipper sand even invisible hats.  He chases invisible squirrels whenever we go for a jog.  He's clearly the greatest dog ever.  I love my invisible dog.  --Kenn Nesbitt

Haiku Frog Frog sunning on lily pad as dragonfly darts by. Thrapp! ©1999 by Bruce Lansky

Swinging From the Lights We're swinging from the lights. We're standing on our chairs. We're bouncing off the walls. We're sliding down the stairs. We're running in the halls. We're slamming all the doors. We're jumping off our desks. We're skidding on the floors. We'd rather use the swings. We'd rather use the slide. Except today it's raining and recess is inside. --Kenn Nesbitt

A greedy and ambitious cow Determined she would graze On all the fields for miles around…. She finished every blade of grass, the land is barren now. That cow was in the meadow- The meadow’s in the cow. By Jack Prelutsky

Snowflakes Snowflakes, snowflakes Falling to the ground Each one rests so gently They never make a sound Snowflakes, snowflakes Are so pure and white The special thing about them is No two are alike

Pudgy Little Snowman A pudgy little snowman had a carrot nose Along came a bunny and what do you suppose. That hungry little bunny looking for some lunch Ate the little snowman's nose Nibble, Nibble, CRUNCH!