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249794452Pancakes

Mummy made pancakes on Tuesday
She tossed them in the air
One fell on the floor
Two fell on the floor
One fell on the cooker
One fell on the grate
But lucky me I got three
Because they fell on my plate.
Glenn O’Neill 
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249794452Berry Picking

Strawberries,
Strawberries –
Yum, yum, yummy!
One for the pail
And
One for the tummy!One to save
And one to taste –
Lots to pick and none to waste!
Bobbi Katz
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249794452The Meal

Timothy Tompkins had turnips and tea.
The turnips were tiny.
He ate at least three.
And then, for dessert,
He had onions and ice.
He liked them so much
That he ordered it twice.
He had two cups of ketchup,
A prune and a pickle.
“Delicious”, said Timothy.
“Well worth a nickel.”
He folded his napkin
And hastened to add,
“It’s one of the loveliest breakfasts I’ve had.”
Karla Kuskin

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249794452Five Fish Fingers

Five fish fingers – spread out on the
I like to eat them – they taste just great.
Five fish fingers – not one more.
Take a big bite – now there’s four.
Four fish fingers -just for me.
Take a big bite -now there’s three
Three fish fingers -what shall I do?
Take a big bite -now there’s two.
Two fish fingers -oh what fun.
Take a big bite -now there’s one.
One fish finger -left all alone.
Take a big bite -now there’s none.
Anon

 

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