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Children Rhymes to Teach
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Easy Money
by Roger W Hancock
Table spreads, some easy money,
counting money one by one.
1… 2… 3… 4… 5 little pennies.
5 pennies make a nickel.
2 nickels make a dime.
Take a nickel and two dimes,
or 5 nickels make a quarter,
4 quarters make one dollar.
Soon we’ll need a paper clip,
1… 2… 3… 4… 5 dollar bills.
Five ones make a five.
Two fives make a ten.
Two tens make a twenty.
Take a ten and two twenties,
or five tens to make a fifty.
Two
fifties make one-hundred.
What to do with all that money?
Lay it down and count again.
(c) 06-28-2008 Roger W Hancock, Roger’s
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Worry Why?
by Roger W Hancock
Oh, me; oh,
my!
Oh, why; oh why?
Worry me; oh, worry why?
Worry does not change a thing.
I wonder why it worries me.
Why; oh, why?
Oh, me; oh, my!
(c) 06-28-2008 Roger W Hancock, Roger’s
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Pennies
by
Roger W Hancock
One
little penny, two little penny,
three
little penny, save.
Save
little penny, save.
More
little pennies, more little pennies,
when you learn to save.
(c) 2006 Roger W Hancock
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Listen
by
Roger W Hancock
Mommy
knows…
Daddy knows.
When
mommy doesn’t,
daddy does.
They know best for you (me).
(c) 2006 Roger W Hancock
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Time is Now
by Roger W Hancock
Clock hands point to time.
In the presence, now
is prime,
Enjoy each moment of the day,
soon your time. . . for bedtime.
(c) October 20, 2007 Roger W Hancock
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Toy Joy
by Roger W Hancock
Dolls for girls are their toys;
action figures are for boys.
Girls and Boys so very different,
have different joys, apparent.
(c) October 20, 2007 Roger W Hancock
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Teddy Bear
by Roger W Hancock
Teddy bear to squeeze and hug,
hold close within my arms.
Cushioned soft against my chest,
like those of mother’s hugs.
(c) November 21, 2007 Roger W Hancock
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Playground
by Roger W Hancock
Playground, friends
found, together learn.
Playground, games play, friendship grows.
Playground, recess, oh, so short . . .
(c) November 21, 2007 Roger W Hancock
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Recess
by Roger W Hancock
Schoolroom is not home,
A chance to make some friends.
Learning reading, writing, math;
Recess is my favorite.
(c) November 21, 2007 Roger W Hancock
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Magic Kiss
by Roger W Hancock
When I
fall and shed a tear,
mother nurse is always near.
Another tear, by mother dear,
the hurts, her kiss will cure.
(c) November 25, 2007 Roger W Hancock
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Love Hugs
by Roger W Hancock
Daddy’s arms stretched wide
excite,
he wraps around me tight.
Love he shares without a sound,
his hugs ‘round me; love bound.
(c) November 25, 2007 Roger W Hancock
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Life’s Pace
by Roger W Hancock
The ugly duckling we all know
a swan turned out to be.
The tortoise ran and won the race,
through a slow deliberate pace.
We take those stories,
that we will know. . .
in life’s race. . . we set the pace.
(c) November 26, 2007 Roger W Hancock
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Brother, Sister
by Roger W Hancock
Brothers and sisters who love to heckle,
I love them though they’re Hyde and Jeckyl..
Pester me all the day,
We may fight among each other;
I love my brother and sister.
(c) November 25, 2007 Roger W Hancock
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Itchy
by Roger W Hancock
Scratch,
scratch;
momma slaps my hand.
Itch, itch, dare I scratch?
Momma slapped my hand.
(c) November 27, 2007 Roger W Hancock
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Girls, Boys and the Lid
by Roger W Hancock
Little girls must look first,
to see the seat is down.
Then look, a closer look;
the seat be clean and dry.
Little boys will not think.
Though study the bowl,
and flush the tank;
they will forget the seat.
Little boys must always try,
to remember the toilet seat.
Lift the seat, aim real straight,
then put the seat back down.
(c) December 2, 2007 Roger W Hancock
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Seasons of Life
by Roger W Hancock
Life comes in the flowery bowery of spring.
Growth occurs in the sunshine warmth of summer.
Maturity as we drop our childhood toys in fall.
Reflection in the cold, chill, snap of winter.
(c) November 28, 2007 Roger W Hancock
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Season’s Cycle
by Roger W Hancock
Spring into
summer, fall into winter,
spring into the flowers of summer.
Fall with care on the ice of winter,
then spring back up and do it again.
(c) November 28, 2007 Roger W Hancock
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Once a Rainbow
by Roger W Hancock
Once a
rainbow I did see,
It came right down in front of me.
I saw no pot or gold and silver,
but a rainbow treasure for me to see.
(c) November 28, 2007 Roger W Hancock
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Boy Without a Coat
by Roger W Hancock
The little
boy went outside,
without a coat and sweater.
Mother said, “Come back inside,
today is cold, cold weather!”
(c) November 28, 2007 Roger W Hancock
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My
Bath
by Roger W Hancock
Every night I
take a bath,
to avoid my mommy’s wrath.
I clean my tummy and my toes,
then my ears and shine my nose.
Then as best as I can I try,
I take a towel and rub me dry.
(c) November 29, 2007 Roger W Hancock
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I’ll Be Me
by Roger W Hancock
If I were a
dog instead of me,
I could bark, but not climb a tree.
If a monkey I could swing, tree to tree,
but then I could not learn. . . to be me.
If I were you I would not have,
my mom and dad to cuddle me.
So, you have yours and I’ll have mine,
I’ll be the me I was meant to be.
(c) November 29, 2007 Roger W Hancock
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Coffee and Tea
by Roger W Hancock
Coffee and
Tea
are not two peas
They’re so very much different,
Just as you and me!
(c) November 29, 2007 Roger W Hancock
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Dream
by Roger W Hancock
Dream, dream oh little one.
Dream within
your mind,
Making sense of world’s light,
within your mind at night.
(c) November 29, 2007 Roger W Hancock
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Windmills
by Roger W Hancock
Wind blows as
the windmill turns,
lots of watts the wind mill churns.
The wind-mills turn by wind’s chill,
power our lights and our cooking grill.
(c) November 29, 2007 Roger W Hancock
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Passing Wind
by Roger W Hancock
Passing wind roars through the
trees,
passing wind
whispers in the bushes.
Sounds of wind passing by,
is how I hear the passing wind.
Passing by when bending trees,
is how I see the passing wind.
(c) November 29, 2007 Roger W Hancock
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Do Right
by Roger W Hancock
We have a
mind to think and do.
Stop and think before you do,
to do the thing that is right to do.
Set your mind to do what’s right,
to do in life what is right for you.
(c) November 29, 2007 Roger W Hancock
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Apples and Oranges
by Roger W Hancock
Apples and oranges,
are so very different.
Yet each are called a fruit
in our mouths a different taste,
each taste has its own salute.
(c) November 30, 2007 Roger W Hancock
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Peace, Peace
by Roger W Hancock
Peace, peace
let the fighting cease.
Wars come and wars go,
with only a little peace.
We have Police
to protect the peace.
Peace must be enforced.
(c) November 30, 2007 Roger W Hancock
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Oil and Coal
by Roger W Hancock
Oil and coal, oil and coal.
What do I do without,
oil and coal?
Oil is slick and greasy,
and burns upon a wick.
Coal is a jet black,
burned to heat the shack.
What would I do without?
oil and coal?
(c) November 30, 2007 Roger W Hancock
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You Are Special
by Roger W Hancock
Did you know who,
before you grew,
carried you through,
the animal zoo?
Was it they who knew,
though you could not view
nor have then a clue,
how special are you?
(c) December 08, 2007
Roger W Hancock
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Cereal In Your Bowl
by Roger W
Hancock
The cow allows milk for chow,
Plow in hand the farmer ploughs,
grain and milk allow…
the cereal in your bowl.
(c) December
10, 2007 Roger W Hancock
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One, Two, You Can Too
by Roger W
Hancock
One, two, you can too,
three, four, do much more.
Five, six, seven and eight,
wait, stay straight then be great.
Nine, ten, apply with pen,
eleven twelve, you will survive.
(c) December
10, 2007 Roger W Hancock
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Lonely Lane
by Roger W Hancock
Take a trip
down lonely lane,
take your sorrows and your pain.
Hurry back to beat the rain,
where happiness shall reign.
(c) December
12, 2007 Roger W Hancock
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