Poems For Kids

Hickory, dickory, dock, The mouse ran up the clock, The clock struck one, The mouse ran down, Hickory, dickory, dock. ∼ Porter G., Hilda Offen, Pradera, Esme Eve, Alan Jesset, Richard Hooke

Hickety, pickety, my black hen, She lays eggs for gentlemen; Gentlemen come every day To see what my black hen doth lay. Sometimes nine and sometimes ten. Hickety, pickety, my black hen.

Hey Diddle diddle, The cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon; The little dog laughed, To see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon. ∼ Porter G., Hilda Offen, Pradera, Esme Eve, Alan Jesset, Richard Hooke

Here we go round the mango tree; Early in the morning… This is the way we brush our teeth; This is the way we brush our teeth; Early in the morning… This is the way we comb our hair; This is the way we comb our hair; Early in the morning… This is the way we wear our clothes; This …

Henry is an awful boss, ‘Cos he’s a hippopotamus. Just because he is so big, He really is a frightful pig. Huge and squat, he weighs four tons, Eats a lorry load of buns. Though you’ll think that I’m wrong, His tummy is eleven feet long! He’s really very, very large, And looks a little like a barge. He likes …

Hello! Mr. Bunny Rabbit, Will you have some tea? No! no! Thank you; Not for me. I like to eat carrots, I don’t like tea. ∼ Anonynous

A hedgehog once got stuck in a tree, Through how he got there quite beats me. His prickles so long, And his body so fat. He just couldn’t budge, So he sat and he sat. A woodpecker heard hedgehog shout: “Will someone kind please help me out! My prickles are long, And my body is fat. I can’t even budge, …

Harry, the happy Hermit Crab, Was looking for a home, And so each day as on the beach Young Harry used to roam. He hunted for cozy house That might have been to let Somewhere to keep him safe and warm, Out of the cold and wet. One day he found a big whelk shell- The way in lay open …

∼ Porter G., Hilda Offen, Pradera, Esme Eve, Alan Jesset, Richard Hooke

शब्दों के दांत नहीं होते है लेकिन शब्द जब काटते है तो दर्द बहुत होता है और कभी कभी घाव इतने गहरे हो जाते है की जीवन समाप्त हो जाता है परन्तु घाव नहीं भरते… इसलिए जीवन में जब भी बोलो मीठा बोलो मधुर बोलों ‘शब्द’ ‘शब्द’ सब कोई कहे, ‘शब्द’ के हाथ न पांव; एक ‘शब्द’ औषधि करे, और एक ‘शब्द’ …