spring has sprung

JELLY BEAN SOUP

We're camping out,
What a lucky group.
We're going to dine
On jelly bean soup.

We'll cook those beans
Till they're red hot.
Add M&Ms
To fill up the pot.

We'll eat that soup
And when we're through,
We'll have our tasty
Marshmallow stew.

We'll pick our teeth
With a Tootsie Roll.
Tomorrow it's
Chocolate casserole!
--Grandpa Tucker
Copyright ©1998 Bob Tucker

Meeting the Easter Bunny
by Rowena Bennett, 1930

On Easter morn at early dawn
before the cocks were crowing
I met a bob-tail bunnykin
and asked where he was going.
"Tis in the house and out the house
a-tispy, tipsy-toeing,
Tis round the house and 'bout the house
a-lighlty I am going."
"But what is that of every hue
you carry in your basket?"
"Tis eggs of gold and eggs of blue;
I wonder that you ask it.

"Tis chocolate eggs and bonbon eggs
and eggs of red and gray,
For every child in every house
on bonny Easter day."
He perked his ears and winked his eye
and twitched his little nose;
He shook his tail -- what tail he had --
and stood up on his toes.
"I must be gone before the sun;
the east is growing gray;
Tis almost time for bells to chime." --
So he hippety-hopped away.



Meticulous (What a WORD!)
(MUH TICK YOU LUS)

Isn't a hen meticulous,
To make those eggs without a muss?
She must be a careful strainer.
To get them in that neat container

Before you eat eggs, cook them well.
I found a raw one in its shell.
I opened it so I could see--
What do you know? The yoke's on me!
--Grandpa Tucker
Copyright ©1997 Bob Tucker

For more great Easter/Spring poems, stories and songs visit
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Ode To A school years End

By Heather Skipworth Craven

Roses are rare,
Violets need care.
My desk is a chaotic mess.
The bulletin boards are holey and worn,
How many more assessment tests???

Folders are creased,
Pencils are chewed and nubby,
My file cabinet bulges and bends,
And if I get one more apple thing for teacher appreciation
I will definitely go off the deep end.

Roses are magic
Violets are fragile
And so is my classroom control
Spring fever has descended…
My expectations up ended
And my schedule is taking its toll…

But ah, there are the moments
That are now etched in deep
Of trust and the awe of discovery,
The laughter, and tension
Ideas…too many to mention,
Friendships to savor and keep.

Roses all too soon fade
Violets are delicate as glass
My students will move on
Their lives a learning song,
My hope and daily prayer
Is for my touch on each child to last.

Roses are treasured,
Violets are nurtured
Students grow, blossom and transcend,
Oh that I can be that teacher they remember
As a life gardener and a friend.