Singing books to children adds a whole dimension to the book - it makes it new! Not only could it be simply read before, but now it has beat! This week's featured *Books with Beat* is This Old Band by Tamera Will Wissinger. Set to the tune of This Old Man...it couldn't be more silly.
I send you flying in the air, warm wind whistling through your hair; you're jumping, jouncing, all around; somersaulting, then you're down, bouncing hard on your behind - but it's such fun, you don't much mind. From When Riddles Come Rumbling: Poems to Ponder by Rebecca Kai Dotlich
Is he Izzy, Ozzy? by Lou Brooks He's Izzy, isn't he, Ozzy? Izzy oddly says he is, No, I'm Ozzy, Ozzy Iddley, the name of Izzy Oddley's his. Izzy's Ozzy and vice verse-a, And to make the matter worse-a, 'Tis the answer in an Izzy Oddley-Ozzy Iddley quiz. From Twimericks: The book of tongue-twisting limericks.
What to Wear Where By J. Patrick Lewis When I was a boy In Looziana, We wore blue jeans And a red bandanna. My folks moved up To the state of Maine, We wore duck shoes In slicker-suit rain. My folks moved down To the state of Texas, We wore brand names Like Lazy X’s. … Continue reading National Poetry Month – Day 19
Every Thing On It by Shel Silverstein I asked for a hot dog With everything on it, And that was my big mistake, 'Cause it came with a parrot, A bee in a bonnet, A wristwatch, a wrench, and a rake. It came with a goldfish, A flag, and a fiddle, A frog, and a … Continue reading National Poetry Month – Day 17
Fish by Mary Ann Hoberman Look at them flit Lickety-split Wiggling Swiggling Swerving Curving Hurrying Scurrying Chasing Racing Whizzing Whisking Flying Frisking Tearing around With a leap and a bound But none of them making the tiniest tiniest tiniest tiniest tiniest sound From The Llama Who Had No Pajama: 100 Favorite Poems which Mary Ann, … Continue reading National Poetry Month – Day 14
Lunchbox Love Note by Kenn Nesbitt Inside my lunch to my surprise a perfect heart-shaped love note lies. The outside says, “Will you be mine?” and, “Will you be my valentine?” I take it out and wonder who would want to tell me “I love you.” Perhaps a girl who’s much too shy to hand … Continue reading National Poetry Month – Day 13