Daily Poetry Book Schedule Monday • • • • •

Pass Out Poem Students glue the poem in their spiral Teacher Reads Poem- Students Follow Along (using their finger) Teacher Reads Poem- Students Echo (while following along) Discuss: o Vocabulary words o Author

Tuesday • •

Teacher Reads Poem-Students Echo Look for punctuation and circle/highlight o Periods, exclamation points, and question marks with a red crayon (this tells us to stop) o Commas with a yellow crayon (this tells us to take a breath)

Wednesday • • •

Teacher Reads Poem-Students Echo o Second half of the year students can lead the echo reading Repeat this a Second Time Students look and circle/highlight word wall words with blue crayon

Thursday • • •

Student chooses from the “READ READ READ Box” (This is a box filled with silly ways to read things !) We read the poem in a silly way Listen for rhyming words and highlight them in orange

Friday • • •

Choral Read the Poem (echo if a harder poem or partner read) Students Have 10 Minutes to Illustrate the Poem Continue to practice fluency with early finishers by buddy reading poem or using programs to record reading. Created by Daily Learning to the Core Graphics by: My Cute Graphics Fonts by: KB Fonts Poems by various authors credit is given when known.

School is Waiting Author Unknown

School is waiting can’t be late. Hurry! Hurry! Half past eight. Out the door and down the street. Then softly, quietly take your seat.

October’s Colorful Friends Author Unknown

I like sunshine. I like trees. I like dancing With the breeze. I turn orange. I turn brown. I go swirling To the ground. I am crispy. I can crunch. I get raked up In a bunch. I get stuffed In scarecrow sleeves. My friends and I Are AUTUMN LEAVES!

Hello Bus, Yellow Bus Author Unknown

Hello bus, yellow bus, wait, wait wait! Hello bus, yellow bus, I’m late, late, late! Hello bus, yellow bus, one minute more! Hello bus, yellow bus, open up your door! Hello bus, yellow bus, now I’m on my way! Hello bus, yellow bus, you really saved the day!

Apples, Apples Author Unknown

Apples juicy, apples round; on the tree or on the ground. Apples yellow, apples red, apple pie and juice and bread! Apples crunchy, apples sweet; apples are so good to eat!

Now That I Can Read Author Unknown

I used to need somebody to sit and read to me. I’d look at every page they read and listen carefully. But now that I’m in first grade, I’m filling up a shelf with story, poems, and other books, That I can read myself!

Autumn Leaves are Falling Down (to the tune of London Bridges) Author Unknown

Autumn leaves are falling down, falling down, falling down. Autumn leaves are falling down. We love Autumn. Now it’s time to rake them up, rake them up, rake them up! Now it’s time to rake them up. We love Autumn! Jump in them and roll around, roll around, roll around. Jump in them and roll around! We love Autumn!

Something Big Has Been Here By Jack Prelutsky

Something big has been here, what it was, I do not know, for I did not see it coming, and I did not see it go, but I hope I never meet it, if I do, I’m in a fix, for it left behind its footprints, they are size nine-fifty-six.

Five Little Pumpkins Author Unknown

Five little pumpkins sitting on a gate. First one said, “Oh my, it’s getting late.” Second one said, “There’s a frost in the air.” The third one said, “But we don’t care.” The fourth one said, “Let’s run and run and run.” The fifth one said, “I’m ready for some fun.” “Oo-Oo,” went the wind and out went the light, and the five little pumpkins rolled out of sight.

I Do Not Like November By Jack Prelutsky

I do not like November. November is no fun. I do not mind the other months, but truly dread this one. It is the month we celebrate Thanksgiving in our land. Alas, I am a turkeyperhaps you understand.

I Had a Loose Tooth By: Lillie D. Chaffin

I had a loose tooth, a wiggly, jiggly loose tooth. I had a loose tooth, a-hanging by a thread. I pulled my loose tooth, my wiggly, jiggly loose tooth. Put it underneath my pillow, and then I went to bed. The fairy took my loose tooth, my wiggly, jiggly loose tooth. And now I have a quarter, and a hole in my head.

My Fish Can Ride a Bicycle By Jack Prelutsky

My fish can ride a bicycle, my fish can climb a tree, my fish enjoys a glass of milk, my fish takes naps with me. My fish can play the clarinet, my fish can bounce a ball, my fish is not like other fish, my fish can’t swim at all.

Terrific Toes I have such terrific toes, I take them with me wherever I go. I have such fantastic feet, No matter what, they still smell sweet. Toes and feet and feet and toes, There’s nothing else as fine as those.

I Ate a Tooth This Morning By Jack Prelutsky

I ate a tooth this morning, it was an accident. It popped into my cereal, and bingo, down it went. Before I started breakfast, that tooth was in my head, but now that I have swallowed it, it’s somewhere else instead. It mingled with some raisins, and landed deep inside. Perhaps I might have stopped it… I never even tried. I’m sorry that it happened, and sorrier to say that I will never see again that tooth I ate today.

When Your Sucker Sticks By Sheree Fitch

My sucker stuck to my sweater; my sucker stuck in my hair. Mom had to get the scissors to cut it out of there. All because of my sucker, there’s a bald spot on my head. To tell the truth I’d rather have that sucker stuck instead.

I See a Cat By: Cindy Chapman

I see a cat. I see a big cat. I see a big, fat cat. I see a big, fat cat on a mat. I see a big fat cat on my lap! I see a rat. I see a big rat. I see a big, fat rat. I see a big, fat rat on a mat. I will NOT see a big, fat rat on MY LAP!

Roll, Roll, Roll the Snow! Author Unknown Roll, roll, roll the snow, make a big snowball. Make two more and stack them up so that they won’t fall. Roll, roll, roll the snow, each arm will be a stick. One on the left, one on the right, that will do the trick! Roll, roll, roll the snow, add some button eyes. Now he’s looking right at me what a nice surprise! Roll, roll, roll the snow, a carrot for the nose. Make a mouth out of some coal. Now we need some clothes! Roll, roll, roll the snow, Add a scarf and hat. We have made a great snowman, and that’s the end of that!

Red Hat By: Mary Sullivan

Red hat, red hair, red mat, red chair. Red bug, red spot, red rug, red dots. Red face, red feather, red lace, red leather. Red nose, red mitt, Red rose, let’s quit!

Peanut Butter and Jelly Author Unknown First you take the dough and knead it, knead it. Peanut butter, peanut butter, jelly, jelly. Pop it in the oven and bake it, bake it. Peanut butter, peanut butter, jelly, jelly. Then you take a knife and slice it, slice it. Peanut butter, peanut butter, jelly, jelly. Then you take the peanuts and crack them, crack them Peanut butter, peanut butter, jelly, jelly. Put them on the floor and mash them, mash them. Peanut butter, peanut butter, jelly, jelly. Then you take a knife and spread it, spread it. Peanut butter, peanut butter, jelly, jelly. Next your take some grapes and squash them, squash them. Peanut butter, peanut butter, jelly, jelly. Glop it on the bread and smear it, smear it. Peanut butter, peanut butter, jelly, jelly. Then you take the sandwich and eat it, eat it. Peanut butter, peanut butter, jelly, jelly.

I Ate a Tooth This Morning By Jack Prelutsky

I ate a tooth this morning, it was an accident. It popped into my cereal, and bingo, down it went. Before I started breakfast, that tooth was in my head, but now that I have swallowed it, it’s somewhere else instead. It mingled with some raisins, and landed deep inside. Perhaps I might have stopped it… I never even tried. I’m sorry that it happened, and sorrier to say that I will never see again that tooth I ate today.

I’m Glad I’m Me By Phil Bolsta

I don’t understand why everyone stares when I take off my clothes and dance down the stairs. Or when I stick carrots in both of my ears, then dye my hair green and go shopping at Sears. I just love to dress up and do goofy things. If I were an angel, I’d tie-dye my wings! Why can’t folks accept me the way that I am? So what if I’m different and don’t act like them? I’m not going to change and be someone I’m not. I like who I am, and I’m all that I’ve got.

Toothpaste By Stan Lee Werlin

There is toothpaste on my fingers. There is toothpaste in my nose. There is toothpaste on the mirror in a hundred squiggly rows. There is toothpaste on my pj’s how it got there you can guess. There are gobs of gooey toothpaste in the toilet, what a mess. There is toothpaste in the bathtub, overflowing on the floor. It’s congealing on the ceiling and it’s dripping down the door. Every time I squeeze the toothpaste, it sprays north and west and south. There is toothpaste almost everywhere, except inside my mouth.

My Big Balloon Author Unknown

I can make a big balloon. Watch me while I blow. Small at first, then bigger. Watch it grow and grow. Do you think it’s big enough? Maybe I should stop. For if I blow much longer, My balloon will surely POP!

Mud Puddle Talk Author Unknown

A splish a splash, a splish a splash, a puddle a puddle, a jump and a smash. A slip and a slop, a drip and a drop, a pool and a puddle, a fun and a hop. A wet soaking sock, it’s mud puddle talk. A thump and a glump, a rainy day walk.

I Use My Brain By:Jackie Silberg

I use my brain to think, think, think. I use my nose to smell. I use my eyes to blink, blink, blink. I use my throat to yell. I use my mouth to giggle, giggle, giggle. I use my hips to bump. I use my toes to wiggle, wiggle, wiggle, And I use my legs to jump.

Rainy Day By: Mary Sullivan

Plip! Plop! Raindrop. I’ll stay inside today. Plip! Plop! Raindrop. I’ll call a friend to play. Plip! Plop! Raindrop. I know my friend will say: ”Plip! Plop! Raindrop. We’ll have fun today!”

Please Let Me Sleep All Day Today By Jack Prelutsky

Please let me sleep all day today, I need to stay in bed. I’m hardly even half awake, I’m sure my eyes are red. I try and try to open them, but can’t remember how. You say today is Saturday? I’m getting up right now.

I Should Have Stayed in Bed Today By Jack Prelutsky

I should have stayed in bed today, in bed’s where I belong, as soon as I got up today, things started going wrong, I got a splinter in my foot, my puppy made me fall, I squirted toothpaste in my ear, I crashed into the wall. I knocked my homework off the desk, it landed on my toes, I spilled a glass of chocolate milk, it’s soaking through my clothes, I accidentally bit my tongue, that really made me moan, and it was far from funny When I banged my funny bone. I scraped my knees, I bumped my nose, I sat upon a pin, I leapt up with alacrity, and sharply banged my shin, I stuck a finger in my eye, the pain is quite severe, I’d better get right back to bed and stay there for a year.

My Brother’s Bug By Jack Prelutsky

My brother’s bug was green and plump, it did not run, it could not jump, it had no fur for it to shed, it slept all night beneath his bed. My brother’s bug had dainty feet, it did not need a lot to eat, it did not need a lot to drink, it did not scream, it did not stink. It always tried to be polite, it did not scratch, it did not bite, the only time it soiled the rug was when I squashed my brother’s bug.

I Have a Rat By Jack Prelutsky

I have a rat, my rat is nice. It’s twice as nice as toads or mice. It likes to sit atop my head, and snuggle up all night in bed. Its fur is gray, its nose is pink. It’s handsome for a rat, I think, so I don’t know the reason that my mother cannot stand my rat.

I Never Sit on Scrambled Eggs By Jack Prelutsky

I never sit on scrambled eggs, I know it isn’t right. I never swim in pudding, it’s considered impolite. I never mash bananas in my sister’s curly hair, and seldom stuff spaghetti down my brother’s underwear. I do not dance in oatmeal, it makes messes on the floor. I do not juggle gelatin, at least not anymore. I do not swing at watermelons with my baseball batmy mother says the things I do are worse than all of that!

Baloney Belly Billy By Jack Prelutsky

Baloney Belly Billy swallows anything for cash, if you offer him a penny, he’ll chew paper from the trash, he’ll eat guppies for a nickel, for a dime, he’ll eat a bug, and a quarter will convince him that he ought to eat a slug. I have seen him eat a button, I have seen him eat a bee, I have seen him eat three beetles for a half a dollar fee, for a dollar he will gladly eat a lizard off a fence. Just imagine what he’d swallow for another fifty cents. .

Dirt on My Shirt By: Jeff Foxworthy

There’s dirt on my shirt and leaves in my hair. There’s mud on my boots but I don’t really care. Playing outside is so much fun to breathe the clean air and feel the warm sun. To stomp in a puddle or climb a big tree makes me quite happy just look and you’ll see!

100 Is A Lot! By Meish Goldish

100 dogs, 100 cats, 100 heads for hats. 100 women, 100 men. 100’s more than 5 or 10. 100 buttons, 100 coats, 100 sails for 100 boats. 100 cookies, 100 cakes, 100 kids with bellyaches! 100 shoes, 100 socks 100 keys for 100 locks. 100 puddles mighty dirty, 100’s even more than thirty. 100 daughters, 100 sons, 100 franks on 100 buns. 100 trees, 100 plants, 100 picnics 100 ants! 100 is a lot to count 100 is a LARGE AMOUNT! 100 kisses, 100 hugs. 100 bats and 100 bugs. 100 bees, 100 birds, This poem has 100 words!

Fruity Facts By: Rebecca Dotlich

Apples are tasty, and healthy, and crisp. Apples leave puddles of juice on my lips. Apples are round, apples are red, (or yellow, or green, or golden instead). Apples are cider, apples are pie, apples are packed then packaged to buy. Apples are sweet, apples are tart --delicious whole, or sliced apart. Apples are crunchy, and apples are firm --and sometimes home to a traveling worm!

I’m Glad I’m Me By Jack Prelutsky

I’m glad I’m me, I’m glad I’m me, there’s no one else I want to be. I’m happy I’m the person who can do the things I can do. If I were someone else, then I would feel so strange, I’d wonder why. I’m positive that I’d be sadbut I am me, and I am glad.

I Am Running in a Circle By Jack Prelutsky

I am running in a circle and my feet are getting sore, and my head is spinning spinning as it’s never spun before, I am dizzy dizzy dizzy. Oh! I cannot bear much more, I am trapped in a revolving …volving …volving …volving door!

I look in the Mirror By Helen H. Moore

I look in the mirror, and what do I see? A pair of eyes, looks back at me. A nose, two ears, two eyebrows too: two lips, and teeth to say “I love you.” I look in the mirror, and what do I see? I look in the mirror, and I see ME!

If You Were a Rhinoceros By Jack Prelutsky

If you were a rhinoceros, I still would be your friend. And if you were a platypus, Our friendship would not end. I’d like you as a walrus, camel, cat, or kangaroo. It doesn’t matter what you areI’ll still be friends with you.

Rags Author Unknown

I have a dog and his name is Rags. He eats so much that his tummy sags. His ears flip-flop, and his tail wig-wags, and when he walks, he goes zig-zag.

The Snabbit By Jack Prelutsky

The Snabbit has a habit that I do not like a bit it sneaks behind me silently, then bites me where I sit. The Snabbit has the equally annoying little knack of vanishing before I’ve time to bite its backside back.

I Play All Day Author Unknown

The rain can fall. The sun can go away. But I don’t stop. I play all day. My feet can get wet. The day can get gray. But I don’t stop. I play all day. Some kids go inside. Some kids may not stay. But I don’t stop. I play all day.

The Snoober By Jack Prelutsky

The Snoober has eleven heads, eleven legs on which it treads, eleven tails, eleven eyes to watch the world and scan the skies. The Snoober has eleven wings, eleven songs it often sings with all of its eleven beaks… the Snoober lives eleven weeks.

What I Left Where By Bruce Lansky

I left my lunch bag on the bus;
 the lunchroom teachers made a fuss. I left my glasses in the car;
 without them I cannot go far. I left my mittens in the snow;
 that’s not where they’re supposed to go. I left my schoolbooks back at school.
 I left my swimsuit at the pool. I left my bike out in the rain.
 I left my suitcase on a plane. And, since my memory’s not too great,
 I left my spinach on my plate.

Snowman By Helen H. Moore

Snowflakes falling thick and fast, build a snowman make him last… Snowflakes falling, swirling, slow, my snowman melted-where did he go?

Stinky Feet By Shirlee Curlee Bingham

I free my feet from tennis shoes, it feels so cool and fine. But as I tread across the room, I leave a scent behind. I love it when I take them off, the air feels so delish. But then I hear my sister yell, “Your feet smell like dead fish!” “Put on your shoes, I’m gagging bad!” My sister’s such a fink. Before she fakes a faint she cries, “I’m passing out from stink!”

My Sister Ate an Orange By Jack Prelutsky

My sister ate an orange, I’m astonished that she did, she swallowed it completely, she’s a disconcerting kid. My sister at an orange, first she chewed it for a while, then digested it entirely with a silly sort of smile. My sister ate an orange, it’s a novel thing to do, then she also ate a yellow and a purple and a blue.

Grungy Grace By Jack Prelutsky

I am extremely devious, my name is Grungy Grace. I hardly ever brush my teeth or wash my hands and face. “It’s time to wash,” my father says, but since I’m not a dope, I simply turn the water on and wet the towel and soap. “Brush your teeth,” my mother says, I never even blink. I squeeze out gobs of toothpaste, and I brush the bathroom sink. I’m very good at fooling them, my brain’s extremely keen, but I’ve got lots of rashes, and my teeth are turning green.

I’ve Turned into a Carrot By Jack Prelutsky

I’ve turned into a carrot, it’s baffling and strange. Somehow, while I was sleeping, I underwent a change. Last night I was human, with head and hands and feet, this morning I’m a vegetable I’ve rarely cared to eat. I look into the mirror, and see I’m long and lean. I have an orange body, my hair is leafy green. A further complication compounds my current woe, A rabbit is approaching… so long! I’ve got to go!

The View from Here By Jack Prelutsky

The view from here is very strange, the porcupines are flying. The crocodiles are laughing, and the kangaroos are crying. A bobolink is bouncing on a tiny trampoline, a panda’s flipping pancakesit’s no ordinary scene. An elephant is singing, and a donkey does a dance. An octopus is juggling a variety of plants. A centipede is sneezing in an armadillo’s ear, and storks are turning somersaultsI like the view from here.

My Sister’s Taking Lessons By Jack Prelutsky

My sister’s taking lessons in learning how to sing. From everything I’ve heard so far, she hasn’t learned a thing. It hurts my ears to listen when she tries to sing a song… for every note that she gets right, she gets a dozen wrong. Her voice is sort of scratchy, and she’s always out of tune. I think I’d rather listen to an ostrich or baboon. Her teacher keeps insisting she’s improving every dayunless she sounds much better soon, I’m moving far away.

My Teacher Sees Right Through Me By Bruce Lansky

I didn’t do my homework.
 My teacher asked me, “Why?”
 I answered him, “It’s much too hard.”
 He said, “You didn’t try.” I told him, “My dog ate it.”
 He said, “You have no dog.”
 I said, “I went out running.”
 He said, “You never jog.” I told him, “I had chores to do.”
 He said, “You watched TV.”
 I said, “I saw the doctor.”
 He said, “You were with me.” My teacher sees right through my fibs,
 which makes me very sad.
 It’s hard to fool the teacher
 when the teacher is your dad.

Alligators Are Unfriendly By Jack Prelutsky

Alligators are unfriendly, they are easily upset, I suspect that I would never care to have one for a pet. Oh, I know they do not bellow, and I think they do not shed, but I’d probably be nervous if I had one in my bed. Alligators are not clever, they are something of a bore, they can’t heel or catch a Frisbee, they don’t greet you at the door, for their courtesy is lacking, and their tempers are not sweet, they won’t even fetch your slippers… though they just might eat your feet

No, I Won’t Turn Orange! By Jack Prelutsky

No, I won’t turn orange if I eat this orange, so don’t you give me that! No, I won’t turn orange if I eat this orange, you’re talking through your hat! No, I won’t turn orange if I eat this orange, that’s just a bunch of stuff! No, I won’t turn orange if I eat this orange, I’m going to call your bluff! No, I won’t turn orange if I eat this orange, so who are you trying to kid? No, I won’t turn orange if I eat this orange… well, what do you know, I DID!

I Am Gooboo By Jack Prelutsky

I am Gooboo, who are you? Can you do what I can do? I can drink the largest lake, Make the ground beneath me quake. I can juggle tons of trees, or a billion bumblebees, run a hundred thousand miles, wrestle ninety crocodiles. There is no one else like me. I can swim across the sea, even swallow half the sky while I hoist a hippo high. I can dance upon the sun, dive back down when I am done, chew the universe in two… I am a Gooboo, who are you?

The Spaghetti Challenge By Leslie D. Perkins

My mom’s spaghetti is the best; no other mom can beat it; and every time she cooks it I can hardly wait to eat it I twist the strands around my fork with wonderful control, but as I raise them to my mouth they fall back in the bowl. I twirl the noodles once again with all the skill I’m able, but as I lift them up to eat they tumble to the table. I spin my fork; spaghetti winds around and round once more; but as it nears my waiting lips it slithers to the floor. My mom’s spaghetti is the best; no other mom can beat it; but I would like it better if I got a chance to eat it.