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《Dear little Fish》


 

    Dear little fish, I love you so

    I’ll feed you bread so you will grow.

    Each day, I’ll give you one sweet kiss

    And promise you I’ll never miss!

    But on the day , my dear little fish,

    You grow too big for your small dish.

    I will take you to..he sea,

    And in one move, I’ll let you free.

    How you’ll be so glad to go,

    But dear little fish, I’ll miss you so.

    I will wait all through the day

    To see if you turn’ round this way.

    And I will wait all trough the night,

    To see if you e ba sight.

    Oh! I will throw my only hat

    To see if you will bring it back

    And the first joy that I will see,

    Is when y it home to me.

    Your back will be my favourite boat,

    And together we will sail and float.

    Over the river and cross’ the sea,

    To a small island with a palm tree.

    There <var>９９lｉb?</var>we will both live and play,

    “></dfn>atch the hat” by night and day.

    And I will k<u></u>now your love for me

    For you came home when I set you free.

 My friend the Moon

    Alo sea in the indaight,

    I found a moon slumbering tight.

    I called out his name so his drbbr></abbr>eaming would end,

    “Dear Mr. Moon, would you be my friend?”

    He happily came right down to my boat,

    “How oddly, “ he said, “99lｉｂ?you keep you afloat.”

    “I am swinging on a star,

    And I think it much better, much better by far!”

    And the moon began to rod sway,

    To show he had a <tt></tt>better way.

    He even did a great back flip,

    Which had always been his favourite trick.

    But then string tore with a SNAP!

    “Oh dear!” I cried, “What a mishap!”

    He fell right down in a quick flash,

    And hit the water with a SPLASH!

    He began to sink and did not stop,

    Til all I saw his moon-top.

    But then he showed a great knack,

    For floating up on to his back.

    But I could not just watch him float,

    So helped him up into my boat.

    I took my towel and dried him off,

    So that he would not catch a cough.

    And then I began to row to shore,

    So that he could dry some more.

    And somehow got him trough the door,

    With a touagic to be sure!

    The and sang together,

    “Lady Blue”

    and

    “Stormy Weather.”

    An<s></s>d hoirled all night,

    Just me and Moon, what a sight!

    We danced until our feet were sore,

    We danced until we could no more.

    The and read a bo<big>?９９ｌib.</big>ok,

    And Mr. Moon loughed’till his belly shook.

    We cooked together, then ate a bite,

    And wished each other a fond “Goodnight”

    And while he slept I sailed again,

    To see if I could find another friend;

    In the middle of the sea,

    Mr. Sun smiled down to me.

    My new friends woke to find each other,

    As friend and friend, brother and brother.

    And together we now live and play,

    Day and night, night and day!

 Goodnight Little Moon

    High up above in the blue starry sky,

    The moowo birds a soft lullaby.

    Soon one by ohey drifted to sleep,

    ‘Til there wasn’t a chirp or otle cheep.

    When the moon saw they both were at rest,

    He took his big book and covered their .

    The moon tiptoed bato the dark night,

    To keep his sweet chicks safely in sight.

    But later that eve, the little moon heard,

    The twitter and chirp of a new baby bird.

    And as he crept to the  for a peak,

    The little moon saw a third chirping beak!

    Why, they weren’t asleep.

    Not a single, sole one!

    They were laughing and playing and having such fun.

    Now the little moon was so glad that he came,

    And climbed in the  for a little bird game.

    But soon the moon had a very great thirst,

    And wao have a little drink first.

    The three baby birds found a bottle to spare,

    And filled it with milk for the four to share.

    But the moon was so thirsty he took a big sip,

    And as he leaned back, he started to slip!

    He stumbled and tumbled right over the brink,

    Before he could grab on, before he could blink!

    And before his new friends could t up to three,

    The moon fell right back, right out of the tree!

    He dropped like a stohrough the dark starry sky,

    And the little birds hoped he knew how to fly.

    But the moon hit the hard earth right on his back,

    And the three little birds heard a great “Craaaack!”

    One piece flew left and the other flew right,

    ‘Til the poor little moon was nowhere in sight.

    The three little birds flew down to the ground,

    And saw him all shattered and scattered around.

    Why the poor little moon<u>.?</u> couldn’t whimper or yelp,

    So the three little birds called out for some help!

    And soon from the sky came all their fine friends,

    To piece him together and help make<mark>藏书网</mark> amends.

    Together they found each little moon part,

    And mended him up with love and with heart.

    Gently they held him and lifted with care,

    And carried him high up, high up in the air.

    The three little birds flew back to their ,

    And lay the moon down to get some good rest.

    And as the moon driftbbr></abbr>ed so softly to sleep,

    He heard a sweet chirping, a soft little cheep.

    For the three little birds read a sweet lullaby,

    High up above, in the blue starry sky.

    André Dahan

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    But soon a Humpty Dumpty mishap ends their games.

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