WITCH CHANT

WITCH CHANT

TO MAKE ONE INVISIBLE

Fire rise and stir it nice

We want more mischief an malice

Chant, Chant with an evil grin

Entrails* of a cockroach throw it in

Spoonful of pyramid sand

Cheese buried in thousand year old land

Chink of brain and eye of a mouse

Fungus from the haunted house

Tongue of a snake and whiskers from a rat

Fang of a vampire, wings of a bat

Feather of a phoenix, Unicorn’s horn

Wrappings of a mummy which isn’t torn

Fire rise and stir it nice

We want more mischief and malice

Pit viper’s venom, claws of an owl and Frankenstein’s fingernail

To the chopping board go

Skin of an earthworm, A witch’s broom and hairs from a werewolf’s tail

Into the potion go

Bit of molded bread filled with dread

Moustache of the invisible man

Into the cauldron go

Foul smell grow and grow

To make this potion we have paid a price

So hide us from prying eyes

Fire rise and stir it nice

We want more mischief and malice

*Entrails: Intestine I wrote this poem in the style of Shakespeare(Macbeth-Double, Double…)

RAIN

Rain, Rain, Rain, wonderful rain,

Falling on the road,

Pitter Pat, Pitter Pat,

That’s how the rain falls on the mat!

There is my sister jumping in puddles,

And there is my dog getting all muddled!

Rain, Rain, Rain, wonderful rain,

Rain very hard with thunder and lightning,

And water all the trees

To get a nice breeze!

EVERY TIME I CLIMB A TREE

Every time I climb a tree,

Every time I climb a tree,

I feel the strong breeze

Brushing past my cheek

With every jump and every leap,

I go to the leaves’ heap

I gaze at the hills and animals yonder,

With a great sense of wonder

I wish nobody would cut a tree

Because it is the best binoculars I can see!

I look and look at the hills and animals

With a face so bright,

I will always remember these sights all right!

There was an old man I knew

There Was an Old Man I Knew

There was an old man I knew
Who workred in a pirate crew
He ate just beans
And wore just jeans
And he raked and leaned
And leaned and raked
And soon he got covered
With leaves, leaves and leaves!

Written in 2008 by B Minnal 4th class

One, Two, three, four

One, Two, three, four

One, two, three, four
Four lorries in the road
Five, six, seven, eight
Have a little bit cake
Nine, ten, nine, ten
Get a little pretty pen!

Written in 2008 by B Minnal 4th class