Poems For Kids

They are having a picnic in Animal Forest, The guests were invited by Zebra, you see. And Elephant’s eating a cucumber sandwich While Monkey eat sweets in the coconut tree. Miss Kangaroo’s filling her pouch with a plateful Of cakes for the young ones to eat with their paws, And baby Hippo is covered with jelly- How he had such …

Peter O’ Riley the Pantomime horse, He made the children laugh, He leapt and lumped with such force, That he nearly fell in half. Every winter at the “Grand”, He played in a different show, He danced the tango to the band, But he was lonely, don’t you know. He shook his lovely flowing mane, And spoke his lines quite …

Perhaps we’ll never understand each other. Loving doesn’t mean that we agree. If that were so, then I would say, why bother? But there are things I know I’ll never see. I’m sure your heart knows what I don’t yet know: The pain of loving a reluctant son; The anger, coming fast and building slow, Of being helpless to control …

Pardon my garden, it’s vicious today! The cucumber’s going quite mad — The onions and peas Just do as they please, The pumpkin is awfully bad. The squash and the sprout are rushing about As if they’re preparing for war, I just got a scare from a peach and a pear — The apple is vile to the core! Pardon …

∼ B.L. Dharmarthi

Papa I know you’re going to be upset ‘Cause I was always your little girl But you should know by now I’m not a baby You always taught me right from wrong I need your help, daddy please be strong I may be young at heart But I know what I’m saying The one you warned me all about The …

Out in the garden, each fine day, With my ball, I like to play. I bounce my ball, I bounce my ball, I bounce my ball, on each fine day. Out in the garden, each fine day, With my kite, I like to play. I fly it high, I fly it high, I fly it high, on each fine day. …

At the world’s dawn The black cow of cosmic night lies With the ruddy cow of morning The Father rapes his virgin daughter Agni, the hunter, shoots his arrow The Father, a frenzied foaming bull, runs Spilling his seed upon the ground The daughter runs south. Ripened by Agni, the progeny’s patter begins. “Fire is a hunter.” It sustains and …

If everything was opposite Why, less would be more. The poor will be rich And the rich will be poor. Aeroplanes fly underground Ships sail up in the sky. Two will be single One will be a pair. The tortoise, runs fast The hare, runs slow. The green light means stop The red light means go. If things were opposite …

One, two, three, four, five; Once I caught a fish alive. Six, seven, eight, nine, ten; Then I let it go again. Why did you let it go? Because it bit my finger so. Which finger did it bite? This little finger on the right. ∼ Sanjay Ahluwalia