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Here are some of the poems submitted to us by kids
like you. You can submit yours as well by clicking on
the Post Your Thought section and entering Poetry
in the subject field.
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Sing song birds lay down for the night,
The mother says to her little children, "Sleep Tight."
And as the wolf cries to the moon,
This is the lovely sound of the coon,
Co COOO, Co COOO, Co COOO
Cries the coon underneath the light of the beautiful moon.
And while the rabbits lay down to rest their sweet heads,
Their children will be snug in their beds.
And you'll be in bed too,
Just like the coon,
Underneath the light of
The beautiful Moon.
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Follow your dreams that you have in your heart.
Do not let that dream depart.
Take care of people and the earth,
and God's children will come to birth.
Don't despise people because of the color of their skin,
because it is considered a sin.
Here is my final word for you to understand.
Try not to prejudge and you will be in gods hands.
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Change can be good and change can be bad,
Change can be happy and change can be sad,
Change can be difficult to understand,
Why a friend has to move or why good things are banned,
Why loved ones are lost by a youth's bad decision,
Or why his poor soul just can't be forgiven.
But God has a way of making the world go round,
And change is one of many things He has bound
In our little book of life that He keeps dear to his side,
Just so that when we are scared we won't have to hide.
He'll stay with us through good times and bad,
He'll calm us down when we are mad,
And when change comes upon us He will be there,
He will comfort us and He will care.
Don't be afraid of change, just be clever,
You know that nothing can stay the same forever
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Appearing this morning at quarter past nine
they entered our lunchroom and mustered a line.
They seemed to be dancing, or whistling a tune,
then ran out the door with a fork and a spoon.
They quickly came back for a knife and a plate,
not bothered at all by the size or the weight.
They grabbed all the glasses and cups they could find.
They bagged every bowl, leaving nothing behind.
They worked through the morning, 'til mid-afternoon,
and carried off every last saucer and spoon.
They searched every shelf and they emptied each drawer,
then pilfered the platters and dashed out the door.
They put on a truly impressive display
until they were finished and wandered away.
Although we were puzzled, we had to conclude
those ants were no dummies; they left all the food.
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A strange old man fell out of bed,
and hit the floor and bonked his head.
It bonked so hard, to his dismay
his head fell off and rolled away.
And when he found he'd lost his head
and realized he must be dead,
he fell back into bed and then
he bonked his head back on again.
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My frog has got a steering wheel,
a radio, a door,
a hefty V-8 engine
and a stick shift on the floor.
My frog is a convertible
with comfy leather seats.
I drive my frog to go to work
or cruise around the streets.
But now my frog is missing.
Though parked it on the road,
I didn't plug the meter
and it must have gotten toad.
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