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Koel
When wisps of white Sail across the sky When the breeze blows warm And the days grow long From somewhere in the distance You can hear my song Coo-ooo, Coo-ooo Coo-oooo When mangoes ripen In the dark green trees And hovering around Are busy buzzy bees Right over the wall You can hear my call Coo-o, Coo-oo, Cooo-ooo Koel [Illustration by Kusum Chamoli] When plump wild figs Go squish under your feet...
My Squirrel Friend
Have you seen my little friend? I call him nimble-feet Because he moves so swift and fast Is nimble – and discreet! He runs away with all my nuts And yet is never caught His striped coat is ever bright And clean – without a spot My Squirrel Friend [Illustration by Sudheer Nath] He helps himself to all my things Which I would never lend And yet I cannot do without...
The Silly Cricket
A silly young cricket Sat on a wicket Singing all summer long He strummed his guitar And danced all the while Other creatures were busy Gathering their pile Soon winter came And he began to complain For he hadn’t a morsel to nibble on. So off he went In the wind and rain The Silly Cricket [Illustrations by Kusum Chamoli] To the little black ants For a mouthful of grain. But ants don’t lend...
Little Black Dashes
Little Black Dashes [Illustrations by Kusum Chamoli] Little black dashes On six legs each Walking very fast Where do they reach? One saved a friend Many ate a peach We’re clever sing the ants We wish and we can reach.
Roses
Roses in the winter time Roses in the fall The roses in my garden Are the nicest of them all Some prefer the jasmines The champaks on the tree Or the lilies in the pool But it’s the rose for me! The wild roses climbing up the wall Which hang in clusters white The sprawling bush of roses pink Which looks so trim and bright Roses [] The pale rose with a curly edge...
The Flies and the Honey Pot
A jar of honey chanced to spill Its contents on the windowsill In many a viscous pool and rill The flies, attracted by the sweet, Began so greedily to eat, They smeared their fragile wings and feet. With many a twitch and pull in vain They gasped to get away again, And died in aromatic pain. The Flies and the Honey Pot [Illustration by Sudheer Nath]
Have You Seen the Cuckoo Bird?
Have You Seen the Cuckoo Bird? [Illustration by Sudheer Nath] Have you seen the cuckoo bird With raven-coloured wing? Although I haven’t seen one yet I’ve often heard her sing. The cuckoo on our champak tree Is hidden from our sight Because the leaves are thick and close But how she sings at night! ‘Cuckoo… cuckoo’ says the bird ‘I may be dark, it’s true But there is not a single bird...
Five Little Chickens
Said the first little chicken, With a queer little squirm, “Oh, I wish I could find A fat little worm!” Said the next little chicken, With an odd little shrug, “Oh, I wish I could find A fat little bug!” Said the third little chicken, With a sharp little squeal, Five Little Chickens [] “Oh, I wish I could find Some nice yellow meal!” Said the fourth little chicken, With a faint little moan,...
You Musn't Quit
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill, When the funds are low and the debts are high And you want to smile, but you have to sigh, When care is pressing you down a bit, Rest! if you must – but never quit. Life is queer, with its twists and turns, As every one of us sometimes learns, And many a failure turns about When he might have won if he’d stuck it out;...