Hug O' War
By Shel Silverstein 
I will not play at tug o' war
I'd rather play at hug o' war.
Where everyone hugs
instead of tugs.
Where everyone giggles
And rolls on the rug.
Where everyone kisses,
And everyone grins,
And everyone cuddles,
And everyone wins.


The Little Red Rocker
Laurie E. Dawson

The little red rocker was just the right size 
To rock her baby doll that had sleepy eyes. 
She sang lullabies and crooned soft and low 
To the land of sweet dreams where sleepy dolls go. 

The little girl soon outgrew the red chair, 
The years seemed to fly that we had to share. 
Then one day she left for her home that was new 
Leaving behind the sleepy doll, too. 

Years later at Christmas she came for a stay 
To visit Grandmother and make her heart gay. 
She brought her little girl who was bonny and fair 
And just the right size for the red rocking chair. 

Then grandmother came with the doll from the shelf 
To place in her arms, so the lassie herself 
Could sing lullabies and croon soft and low 
To the land of sweet dreams where sleepy dolls go. 


Now I am Six
A.A. Milne

When I was One,
I had just begun.
When I was Two,
I was nearly new.

When I was Three,
I was hardly me.
When I was Four,
I was not much more.

When I was Five,
I was just alive.
But now I am Six, 
I'm as clever as clever.
So I think I'll be six 
now for ever and ever.







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