Poems For Kids

I still hear mama praying, I still hear mama praying; and the prayers that she prayed, they’re still keeping me day by day; oh I still hear mama praying for me. Verse 1: When mama bowed her head And knelt down in fervent prayer She knew how to call on the name of Jesus For she knew that he’d meet …

I Remember Mama, And the love that she gave Kneeling by her bed side I can still hear mama say, “the people are depending on you, Shirley, Don’t you let them down” I remember mama in a happy way We went to school with holes in our shoes We didn’t have much but the lord saw us through Mama kept …

One day God was in a pretty mood He felt to make something special and good. He looked around and found a little bit of snow Placed it on the top and make it glow. Then he saw a hand full of sand Kept it on the left and made it grand. And he saw the sea ragging harsh Put …

I am a tailor, I am a tailor. Stitching your clothes. Stitch, stitch, stitch. My needle goes. ∼ Anonynous

I bow to the Arahants, the perfected human beings, Godmen. I bow to the Siddhas, liberated bodiless souls, God. I bow to the Acharyas, the masters and heads of congregations. I bow to the Upadhyayas, the spiritual teachers. I bow to the spiritual practitioners in the universe, Sadhus. This fivefold obeisance mantra, Destroys all sins and obstacles, And of all …

Having faith in Santa Claus Is not for just the young, I know I’ll keep proclaiming him As long as I’iv a tongue. And even though I see the gent Unmasked before my eyes, Revealing some familiar friend Who’s donned the quaint disguise, It doesn’t change my mind a bit; I’ll still believe, because There’s more than whiskers and a …

I like the zoo, I like the zoo. The lions and the monkeys too. Elephants so big, giraffe’s neck so long, I like the zoo, I like the zoo. Tiger’s stripes yellow and black. Tiger’s stripes yellow and black. Camel has a bumpy back. Camel has a bumpy back. I like the zoo. ∼ Anonynous

The lovely pink flamingoes Are a very pretty sight, But many, many years ago They all were sparkling white. The flamingoes, though so pretty Were not proud, but very shy, And hid themselves away From any humans who passed by. But one small boy determined That he’d catch them unawares And crouched down in the bushes By the lake he …

How does the corn go? Pop-pop-pop. How does the knife go? Chop-chop-chop. How does the water go? Tip-tip-tip. How does the jam go? Lick-lick-lick. How does the train go? Chook-chook-chook. Let’s be quiet! Sh… sh… sh… ∼ Sanjay Ahluwalia

There once was a mouse Who set up her house In a great big chunk of cheese. And when she was hungry She broke off a bit, And never said “Thank you” or “Please”. But one fine day, As she nibbled away, She ate up her own front door. “Oh dear!” said the mouse. “Now I can’t lock my house. …