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My six year old (very confident reader) needs to find a poem to recite at the end of year school assembly. Any suggestions of suitable poems that are fun to recite? So far she likes “oh the places you’ll go” although it would have to be just an excerpt for length! Doesn’t need to be about anything in particular, it’s just as a performance. Thank you!

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cvbn

Jabberwocky?

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand;

Long time the manxome foe he sought—

So rested he by the Tumtum tree,

And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,

The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,

And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"

He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

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Ruf~Feral~es

I recited The Owl and the Pussycat when I was about that age, and now both my kids have on their primary school journey as well - so it has a very soft place in my heart. (And I know it really, really well!)

 

It has a lovely rhythm, which helped them.

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tassiekiwi

Hard to find, but The Squirdle (sp?) by Spike Milligan is great.

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cvbn

Wynken, Blynken and Nod

Donovan

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night

Sailed off in a wooden shoe,

Sailed on a river of crystal light

Into a sea of dew.

"Where are you going, what do you wish?"

The old moon asked the three.

"We have come to fish for the herring fish

That live in this beautiful sea,

Nets of silver and gold have we, "

Said Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

The old moon laughed and he sang a song

Asd they rocked in the wooden shoe

And the wind that sped them all night long

Ruffled the waves of dew.

The little stars were the herring fish

That lived in the beautiful sea.

"Now cast your nets wherever you wish

For never afeared are we, "

So cried the stars to the fishermen three:

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

All night long their nets they threw

For the fish in the twinkling foam.

Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe

Bringing the fishermen home.

'Twas all so pretty a sail it seemed

As if it could not be

And some folks thought 'twas a dream they dreamed

Of sailing that beautiful sea

But I shall name you the fishermen three:

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes

And Nod is a little head.

And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies

Is a wee one's trundle bed.

So close your eyes while mother sings

Of wonderful sights that be

And you shall see the beautiful things

As you rock in the misty sea

As the old moon rocked the fishermen three:

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod

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QuisbySchmoo

My Big Fat Cat

 

I own a big fat cat

The fattest for miles around.

Wherever there's lots of food,

That's where he'll be found.

 

He's really good at eating.

It's a talent, I suppose.

I'm sure if he keeps at it

He'd win the talent shows.

 

I own a big fat cat-

He weighs at least a ton.

He couldn't run to save his life.

Yes, he isn't much fun.

 

His favourite room's the kitchen.

(I'm sure we all know why.)

He eats just about everything,

So that's why, with a sigh...

 

I'd like to tell you, Teacher,

I'd like to tell you straight,

I might have "accidentally" dropped

My homework in his plate.

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joeyinthesky

This one alway makes my 6yo giggle...

 

Nine Mice

 

 

Nine Mice on tiny tricycles

went riding on the ice,

they rode in spite of warning signs,

they rode despite advice

 

The signs were right, the ice was thin,

in half a trice, the mice fell in,

and from their chin down to their toes

those mice entirely froze.

 

 

Nine mindless mice, who paid the price,

are thawing slowly by the ice

still sitting on their tricycles

…nine white and shiny micicles

 

Written by Jack Prelutsky

 

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laridae

Anything from Edward Lear (eg the owl and the Pussycat - but he wrote others) or Lewis Carroll (eg Jabberwocky or The Walrus and the Carpenter) would be fine. They are fairly entertaining.

Or Roald Dahl - something from dirty beasts or revolting rhymes.

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Islander

These are all great! Thank you!

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Daffy2016

What about the night before Christmas? It’s seasonal and has a nice rhythm.

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Juella

Now We Are 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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GingerbreadWoman

‘From a railway carriage’ by Robert Louis Stevenson Is another one with a great rhythm

 

Faster than fairies, faster than witches,

Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;

And charging along like troops in a battle,

All through the meadows the horses and cattle:

All of the sights of the hill and the plain

Fly as thick as driving rain;

And ever again, in the wink of an eye,

Painted stations whistle by.

 

Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,

All by himself and gathering brambles;

Here is a tramp who stands and gazes;

And there is the green for stringing the daisies!

Here is a cart run away in the road

Lumping along with man and load;

And here is a mill and there is a river:

Each a glimpse and gone for ever!

 

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Sentient Puddle

My Shadow by Robert Louis Stevenson - I recited that at an assembly about that age and can still recall most of it. I think I did some actions along with the passage about the rubber ball too - but it was many years ago now.....

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seayork2002

I wandered lonely as a cloud....

 

Wordsworth? (I don't know all the words myself so sorry if not age appropriate)

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Veritas Vinum Arte

Now We Are 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.

 

My favourite. I have been known to recite this still to my kids. I learned this when I was a preschooler.... 40 years ago and still know it.

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ipsee

Mulga Bill's bicycle, or The Man from Snowy River have some fun verses you could choose.

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leosmum

Now we are six - perfect suggestion!

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CallMeFeral

As a kid for some reason I tried to memorise the Jabberwocky and also "You are old father william". I just loved them both. The latter is funny too.

 

"You are old, father William," the young man said,

"And your hair has become very white;

And yet you incessantly stand on your head —

Do you think, at your age, it is right?"

 

"In my youth," father William replied to his son,

"I feared it would injure the brain;

But now that I'm perfectly sure I have none,

Why, I do it again and again."

 

"You are old," said the youth, "as I mentioned before,

And have grown most uncommonly fat;

Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door —

Pray, what is the reason of that?"

 

"In my youth," said the sage, as he shook his grey locks,

"I kept all my limbs very supple

By the use of this ointment — one shilling the box —

Allow me to sell you a couple."

 

"You are old," said the youth, "and your jaws are too weak

For anything tougher than suet;

Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak —

Pray, how did you manage to do it?"

 

"In my youth," said his father, "I took to the law,

And argued each case with my wife;

And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw,

Has lasted the rest of my life."

 

"You are old," said the youth; one would hardly suppose

That your eye was as steady as ever;

Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose —

What made you so awfully clever?"

 

"I have answered three questions, and that is enough,"

Said his father; "don't give yourself airs!

Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff?

Be off, or I'll kick you down stairs!"

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