We brought a rug for sittin' on,
Our lunch was in a box.
The sand was warm. We didn't wear
Hats or shoes or socks.
Waves came curling up the beach,
We waded. It was fun.
Our sandwiches were different kinds.
I dropped my jelly one.
Dorothy Aldis
When school lets out in June, I feel
As happy as can be.
I hop and skip and jump and run,
And shout and laugh with glee.
I'm sure that I willnever want,
To go to school again,
But when September comes around,
I always like to then.
- Iva Riebel Judy
(tune: Jingle Bells)
Bumble bee bumble bee
Landing on my toes,
Bumble bee, bumble bee,
Now He's on my nose.
On my arms,
On my legs,
On my elbows.
Bumble bee, oh bumble bee
He lands and then he goes.
Author Unknown
The day is warm
and a breeze is blowing,
the sky is blue
and it's eye is glowing,
and everything's new
and green and growing...
My shoes are off
and my socks are showing...
My socks are off...
do you know how I'm going?
BAREFOOT!
-Ai
I wonder if our schoolbooks
are lonely all the day
While through the long vacation
in cupboards put away?
I wonder if the blackboard
seems rather out of place
Without a single piece of chalk
to mark upon its face?
I wonder if the schoolroom
is sometimes lonely, too
While standing bare and empty
without a thing to do?
But this we can assure them.
When summer days all flee
We'll join them in September
and keep them company.
-Leland B. Jacobs