A POEMLearn it by heart and say it with rhythm

I eat my peas with honey,I’ve done it all my life.It makes the peas taste funny,But it keeps them on the knife

Anonymous

A rabbitBitA little bitAn itty, bitty, little bitOf beet.Then bitBy bitHe bitBecause he liked The taste of it.But when he bitA wee bit moreIt was more bitterThan before

The Rabbit – Mary Ann Hoberman

“This bit is bitter”Rabbit cried,“I feel a bit unwellInside.”But when he bitAnother biteThat bitter beet Seemed quite alright.Besides,When all is said and done,Better bitter beetThan none.

Brother – Mary Ann Hoberman I had a little brotherAnd I brought him to my motherAnd I said I want anotherLittle brother for a change.But she said don't be a botherSo I took him to my fatherAnd I said this little botherOf a brother's very strange.

But he said one little brotherIs exactly like anotherAnd every little brotherMisbehaves a bit he said.So I took the little botherFrom my mother and my fatherAnd I put the little botherOf a brother back to bed.