[亲子百科] [英语讲百科5月昆虫]Insect Themed Songs and Poems

Nursery Rhymes

Five Busy Honey Bees

Five busy honey bees were resting in the sun. The first one said, "Let us have some fun." The second one said, "Where shall it be?" The third one said, "In the honey tree." The fourth one said, "Let's make some honey sweet." The fifth one said, "With pollen on our feet." The five little busy bees sang their buzzing tune, As they worked in the beehive all that afternoon. Bzzzzzz! Bzzzzzz! Bzzzzzz! Bzzzzzz! Bzzzzzz!

Ladybug, Ladybug Fly Away Home Nursery Rhym
Ladybug!  Ladybug!
Fly away home.
Your house is on fire.
And your children all gone.
All except one,
And that's little Ann,
For she crept under
The frying pan.

Little Miss Muffet

Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet, Eating her curds and whey, Along came a spider who sat down beside her, And frightened Miss Muffet away

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Poetry

Calico Pie
by Edward Lear
    Calico Pie,
    The little Birds fly
        Down to the calico tree,
    Their wings were blue,
    And they sang         'Tilly-loo!'
    Till away they flew,--
And they never came back to         me!
    They never came back!
    They never came back!
They never         came back to me!

    Calico Jam,
    The little Fish swam,
Over         the syllabub sea,
        He took off his hat,
    To the Sole and the         Sprat,
    And the Willeby-Wat,--
But he never came back to me!
            He never came back!
    He never came back!
He never came back to me!

    Calico Ban,
    The little Mice ran,
To be ready in time for         tea,
    Flippity flup,
    They drank it all up,
    And danced in         the cup,--
But they never came back to me!
    They never came back!
            They never came back!
They never came back to me!

    Calico         Drum,
    The Grasshoppers come,
The Butterfly, Beetle, and Bee,
            Over the ground,
    Around and around,
    With a hop and a         bound,--
But they never came back to me!
    They never came back!
            They never came back!
They never came back to me!

Caterpillar
    by Christina Rossetti

by A. A. Milne
I found a little beetle; so that Beetle was his name,
      And I called him Alexander and he answered just the same.
      I put him in a match-box, and I kept him all the day ...
      And Nanny let my beetle out -
      Yes, Nanny let my beetle out -
      She went and let my beetle out -
      And Beetle ran away.

      She said she didn't mean it, and I never said she did,
      She said she wanted matches and she just took off the lid,
      She said that she was sorry, but it's difficult to catch
      An excited sort of beetle you've mistaken for a match.

      She said that she was sorry, and I really mustn't mind,
      As there's lots and lots of beetles which she's certain we could find,
      If we looked about the garden for the holes where beetles hid -
      And we'd get another match-box and write BEETLE on the lid.

      We went to all the places which a beetle might be near,
      And we made the sort of noises which a beetle likes to hear,
      And I saw a kind of something, and I gave a sort of shout:
      "A beetle-house and Alexander Beetle coming out!"

      It was Alexander Beetle I'm as certain as can be,
      And he had a sort of look as if he thought it must be Me,
      And he had a sort of look as if he thought he ought to say:
      "I'm very very sorry that I tried to run away."

      And Nanny's very sorry too for you-know-what-she-did,
      And she's writing ALEXANDER very blackly on the lid,
      So Nan and Me are friends, because it's difficult to catch
      An excited Alexander you've mistaken for a match.

There was an Old Man in a Tree
by Edward LearThere was an Old Man in a         tree,
Who was horribly bored by a Bee;
     When         they said, 'Does it buzz?'
     He replied, 'Yes, it         does!'
'It's a regular brute of a Bee!'

The Daddy Long-Legs and the Fly
by Edward Lear
The Flyby William Blake
Little Fly,
      Thy summer's play
      My thoughtless hand
      Has brushed away.

      Am not I
      A fly like thee?
      Or art not thou
      A man like me?

      For I dance
      And drink, and sing,
      Till some blind hand
      Shall brush my wing.

      If thought is life
      And strength and breath,
      And the want
      Of thought is death;

      Then am I
      A happy fly,
      If I live,
      Or if I die.

The Spider and the Fly
by Mary Howitt
Will you walk into my parlour?" said the Spider to      the Fly,
      'Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy;
      The way into my parlour is up a winding stair,
      And I've a many curious things to show when you are there."
      Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "to ask me is in vain,
      For who goes up your winding stair can ne'er come down again."

      "I'm sure you must be weary, dear, with soaring up so high;
      Will you rest upon my little bed?" said the Spider to the Fly.
      "There are pretty curtains drawn around; the sheets are fine and      thin,
      And if you like to rest awhile, I'll snugly tuck you in!"
      Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "for I've often heard it said,
      They never, never wake again, who sleep upon your bed!"

      Said the cunning Spider to the Fly, " Dear friend what can I do,
      To prove the warm affection I 've always felt for you?
      I have within my pantry, good store of all that's nice;
      I'm sure you're very welcome -- will you please to take a slice?"
      "Oh no, no," said the little Fly, "kind Sir, that cannot      be,
      I've heard what's in your pantry, and I do not wish to see!"

      "Sweet creature!" said the Spider, "you're witty and you're      wise,
      How handsome are your gauzy wings, how brilliant are your eyes!
      I've a little looking-glass upon my parlour shelf,
      If you'll step in one moment, dear, you shall behold yourself."
      "I thank you, gentle sir," she said, "for what you 're      pleased to say,
      And bidding you good morning now, I'll call another day."

      The Spider turned him round about, and went into his den,
      For well he knew the silly Fly would soon come back again:
      So he wove a subtle web, in a little corner sly,
      And set his table ready, to dine upon the Fly.
      Then he came out to his door again, and merrily did sing,
      "Come hither, hither, pretty Fly, with the pearl and silver wing;
      Your robes are green and purple -- there's a crest upon your head;
      Your eyes are like the diamond bright, but mine are dull as lead!"

      Alas, alas! how very soon this silly little Fly,
      Hearing his wily, flattering words, came slowly flitting by;
      With buzzing wings she hung aloft, then near and nearer drew,
      Thinking only of her brilliant eyes, and green and purple hue --
      Thinking only of her crested head -- poor foolish thing! At last,
      Up jumped the cunning Spider, and fiercely held her fast.
      He dragged her up his winding stair, into his dismal den,
      Within his little parlour -- but she ne'er came out again!

      And now dear little children, who may this story read,
      To idle, silly flattering words, I pray you ne'er give heed:
      Unto an evil counselor, close heart and ear and eye,
      And take a lesson from this tale, of the Spider and the Fly.

What Does the Bee Do?
by Christina RossettiWhat does the bee do?
        Bring home honey.
And what does Father do?
Bring home money.
And         what does Mother do?
Lay out the money.
And what does baby do?
Eat         up the honey.

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本帖最后由 flora602 于 2012-5-8 22:39 编辑

Insects Finger Plays

The Caterpillar
A caterpillar crawled to the top of a tree.
(index finger of left hand move up right arm)
"I think I'll take a nap," said he.
So under a leaf, he began to creep
(wrap right hand over left fist)
To spin a chrysalis and he fell asleep.
All winter long he slept in his chrysalis bed,
(keep right hand over left fist)
Till spring came along one day, and said,
"Wake up, wake up little sleepy head."
(shake left fist with right hand)
"Wake up, it's time to get out of bed!"
So, he opened his eyes that sun shiny day
(shake fingers and look into hand)
Lo-he was a butterfly and flew away!
(move hand into flying motion)

Bee Hive
Here is the bee hive, where are the bees?
Hidden away where nobody sees.
(make fist)
Watch and you'll see them, come out of the hive.
1-2-3-4-5. Buzz-z-z-z
(flutter fingers)

Five Busy Bees
Five busy bees on a day so sunny.
(hold up all fingers on one hand)
Number one said, "I'd like to make some honey."
(bend down first finger)
Number two said, "Tell me, where shall it be?"
(bend down second finger)
Number three said, "In the old honey tree."
(bend down third finger)
Number four said, "Let's gather pollen sweet."
(bend down fourth finger)
Number five said, "Let's take it on our feet."
(bend down thumb)

The Chrysalis
Here is the chrysalis on a twig on a tree.
(five fingers extended on left hand acting as the tree and the right hand in ball resting between thumb and pointed finger as the chrysalis)
Something is stirring.
(hold up to ear)
Let's wait and see.
Something comes out with wings folded tight.
(thumbs touching each other and fingers folded down)
Now they are spreading all ready for flight.
(begin to unspread fingers)
It's a beautiful fluttery butterfly.
Away it goes flying-goodbye, goodbye.
(wave hands as if in flight)
Hidden away where nobody sees.
(make fist)
Watch and you'll see them, come out of the hive.
1-2-3-4-5. Buzz-z-z-z
(flutter fingers)

Caterpillars
"Let's go to sleep", the little caterpillars said.
(bend ten fingers into palms)
As they tucked themselves into their beds.
They will awaken by and by.
(slowly unfold and hold up fingers)
And each one will be a lovely butterfly!
(hands make flying motion)