Allie

Allie, call the birds in,
The birds from the sky.
Allie calls, Allie sings,
Down they all fly.
First there came
Two white doves
Then a sparrow from his nest,
Then a clucking bantam hen,
Then a robin red-breast.

Allie, call the beasts in,
The beasts, every one.
Allie calls, Allie sings,
In they all run.
First there came
Two black lambs,
Then a grunting Berkshire sow,
Then a dog without a tail,
Then a red and white cow.

Allie, call the fish up,
The fish from the stream.
Allie calls, Allie sings,
Up they all swim.
First there came
Two gold fish,
A minnow and a miller's thumb,
Then a pair of loving trout,
Then the twisted eels come.

Allie, call the children,
Children from the green.
Allie calls, Allie sings,
Soon they run in.
First there came

The Mountain And The Squirrel

The mountain and the squirrel
Had a quarrel,
And the former called the latter
"Little prig."
Bun replied,
"You are doubtless very big;
But all sorts of things and weather
Must be taken in together
To make up a year
And a sphere.
And I think it no disgrace
To occupy my place.
If I'm not so large as you,
You are not so small as I,
And not half so spry:
I'll not deny you make
A very pretty squirrel track.
Talents differ; all is well and wisely put;
If I cannot carry forests on my back,
Neither can you crack a nut."

 

The Robin And The Crow

A robin and a crow were perched upon a fence,
an unlikely combination but they seemed to be good friends.
Standing in the mid-day sun each on a separate picket,
basking in it's rays while staring at a cricket.
The crow looked very hungry the robin seemed content,
so he flapped his shiny wings and to the ground he went.
The cricket saw him coming and jumped away in a flash,
searching for some camouflage in an open field of grass.
The crow was disappointed outsmarted once again,
so he flew back to his perch and asked his feathered friend.
"Have you had your dinner tell me would you mind"
"I wondered if you'd share with me, could you be so kind?"
The robin fanned his wings and said "come follow me"
To his nest they flew at the top of an old oak tree.
Together they shared a feast the robin caught that day,
then they fell asleep passing the time a

The Robots

When they choose to take material form they will resemble 
Dragonflies, not machines. Their wings will shimmer.

Like the chorus of Greek drama they will speak 
As many, but in the first-person singular.

Their colors in the sky will canopy the surface of the earth. 
In varying unison and diapason they will dance the forgotten.

Their judgment in its pure accuracy will resemble grace and in 
Their circuits the one form of action will be understanding.

Their exquisite sensors will comprehend our very dust, 
And re-create the best and the worst of us, as though in art.

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Not Birds

Words 
are not birds 
and so 
they don't trill 
or whistle 
or call, despite 
what some believe

Still, they're flying 
transparent 
thought 
from branch 
to branch 
no wings 
no air 
no rapidly beating 
tiny heart 

My teacher

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Yashmi and her beautiful doll

Once opon a time there was a little girl. Her name is Yashmi. Her father was dead. Yashmi and her mother lived in a small house. They were very poor. One day Yashmi and her mother go to town. Yashmi saw a beautiful doll in the toy shop. She want to get that doll. She asked her mother "Could we buy that doll?" Her mother talled "we cant because we are very poor".Yashmi was very sad. She taught after studying very well i will buy it. She study very well. She passed schoolar ship exam. Yashmis friends and teachers give lots of presents to Yashmi. She went home. Yashmi open her presents. "Oh!" Yashmis faviourite doll is there. Yashmi is very happy.

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Yashmi and her beautiful doll

Once opon a time there was a little girl. Her name is Yashmi. Her father was dead. Yashmi and her mother lived in a small house. They were very poor. One day Yashmi and her mother go to town. Yashmi saw a beautiful doll in the toy shop. She want to get that doll. She asked her mother "Could we buy that doll?" Her mother talled "we cant because we are very poor".Yashmi was very sad. She taught after studying very well i will buy it. She study very well. She passed schoolar ship exam. Yashmis friends and teachers give lots of presents to Yashmi. She went home. Yashmi open her presents. "Oh!" Yashmis faviourite doll is there. Yashmi is very happy.