Poems For Kids

The Pobble who has no toes Had once as many as we; When they said, “Some day you may lose them all;” He replied, “Fish fiddle de-dee!” And his Aunt Jobiska made him drink, Lavender water tinged with pink, For she said, “The World in general knows There’s nothing so good for a Pobble’s toes!” The Pobble who has no …

It was really such a pity That the storks all laughed at Sue, For while they stood on one leg, She Stork had to stand on two. She found it hard to balance With one foot off the ground, And all of her relations Used to come and gather round. They did their best to help her, But it wasn’t …

Tiger Tiger. burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye. Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies. Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand, dare seize the fire? And what shoulder, & what art, Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when …

The leopard covered himself with straw, The tiger gave a yawn. And in the peace of the afternoon, The lion cub was born. He opened his big blue eyes so wide, That lion cub so small, And only his parents really knew That he was there at all. He tried to sit up and look around- He even tried to …

If you count a leopard’s spots You’ll find that he has lots and lots. Only other leopards know Just how many spots they grow. Lenny was a leopard small Who one day heard his mother call: “Lenny is ill! What has he got? He’s lost his biggest, blackest spot.” Poor Lenny hunted high and low, Just where it was he …

In India the oxen Are kept to do some work, But Oscar Ox was lazy And he tried his best to shirk. When harnessed to a plough He walked as slowly as he could And didn’t do one third as much As other oxen would. His Master thought him useless And one day he said aloud: “I’ll take this ox …

Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee, Gave thee life, and bade thee feed By the stream and o’er the mead; Gave thee clothing of delight, Softest clothing, woolly, bright; Gave thee such a tender voice, Making all the vales rejoice? Little lamb, who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee? Little lamb, I’ll tell …

I cannot say where he came from Possibly, from beyond the tall Mountains, from Tibet, past crevasses And glacial scress, like a high Stinging wind. The bells on his Pack-mule tinkled. He shuffled along Peddling borax, salt and gold, A lion-maned, eagle-eyed lama. He travelled down the gorges, From the Jadh Ganga to Harsil. The beauty of Bhaioghati Poisoned his …

The owls have feathers lined with down To keep them nice and warm; The rats have top-coats soft and brown To wrap in from the storm; And nearly every bird and beast Has cosy suits to wear But Mr. Hedgehog has the least Of any for his share. His back is stuck with prickly pins That breezes whistle through, And …

You should see a harvest mouse, Build herself a little house, She scampers up the blades of wheat, And weaves her nest so trim and neat. She winds her tail around the stalks, To keep her safe when up the walks, She does not stop till all is done, She thinks it’s all tremendous fun! Then she puts her babes …