(piano music)
(marker scratching)
(glass squeaking)
(light music)
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(music fades)
- [Female Narrator] "Lulu Packed Her Suitcase"
by Eileen Spinelli.
Art by Carol Thompson.
(bright music)
Lulu packed her suitcase.
In went her shoes and shirt.
In went her socks and pjs and her polka dotted skirt.
"I want to visit Granny," she grinned.
"Let's call to say that I am packed and ready
to visit her today."
Then Lulu's mommy giggled and said,
"Oh Lulu dear, your Granny's packed
"and ready to visit us right here."
(guitar music)
(guiro rasping)
- [Female Narrator] "Little Roundy Hen"
By Joy Cowley.
Art by Erika LeBarre.
My little roundy hen has feathers blue and red.
And a golden comb sitting on her head.
She makes a roundy nest up in the yum yum tree.
And in the nest she lays seven eggs for me.
One egg is ruby red and one is blue as sky.
One egg is green as grass, I do not tell a lie.
One egg's like yellow butter.
One's black like midnight silk.
One's like a purple sunset,
and one is white like milk.
(hen bawking)
(guitar music)
(guiro rasping)
- [Male Narrator] "The Shapes Have a Picnic"
by Sonya Nichols Burton.
Art by Pete Whitehead.
The shapes all decided one beautiful day
that they'd have a picnic down by the bay.
They would meet at noon and bring something to munch.
They'd relax and have fun with a nice picnic lunch.
Square brought sandwiches on toasted rye.
Triangle came with slices of pie.
Rectangle came with juice boxes to share.
Oval brought watermelon, plenty to spare.
But where was circle?
He was not to be found.
Maybe he's looking for something that's round!
Then all of a sudden, dark clouds rolled.
Rain came down and the air felt cold.
"Our picnic is ruined!" The shapes all cried.
"Don't worry," said Circle, who had finally arrived.
The soggy shapes said, "This picnic's not fun!"
"But look," said Circle, "I brought the sun!"
(guitar music)
(guiro rasping)
"The Poetry Party"
by Eileen Spinelli.
Art by Rose Mary Berlin.
Little Bunny and his friends went to the library
for a poetry party.
"I see hats and mats!" Said Raccoon.
"And treats and sweets!" Said Squirrel.
When everyone sat down, Mr. Possum, the librarian,
asked if anyone wanted to share a poem.
"I do," said Badger.
She recited, "Rain Rain, go away.
"Come again another day.
"Little Johnny wants to play."
Next, Little Bunny raised his hand and said,
"I have a poem too!
My auntie wrote it."
He jumped up and stood near Mr. Possum.
"It goes like this.
"I love how white blossoms drift like summer snow
"against the back screen door."
"That can't be a poem," said Raccoon.
"It doesn't rhyme!"
Mr. Possum smiled and said, "Well it is true
"that many poems rhyme, but a poem doesn't have to rhyme."
Squirrel leaned over and whispered to Little Bunny,
"Do you think that's true?"
Little Bunny whispered back, "My auntie says the same thing
"and she's a poet.
"So Mr. Possum must be right."
(cymbal crashing)
- [Girl] Brain Play!
(bell dings)
- [Child] Which letter of the alphabet
do you write most often?
- I think I write the letter A most often.
- C and W.
Because I say can a lot and what a lot.
- M, for my name Monty.
- A and B, but mostly A
because I have three A's in my name
and I write my name a lot.
- A a lot because I write my name a lot which has an A.
- B, because that's the first letter of my name.
- [Female Narrator] "What Rhymes with Cat?"
by Lissa Rovetch.
Art by Amy Wummer.
(soft music)
"I'm trying to write a poem for school," said Tex and Indy's
big sister, Arizona.
"What words can you think of that rhyme with bunny?"
"Sunny," said Indy.
"And funny," added Tex.
Just then, Cow jumped up and sat right on top
of the keyboard.
"Hey," Arizona said, scooting him off.
"This poem is about a bunny, not a cat!"
"Aw, don't feel bad Cow," said Indy.
"I'll write a poem about you."
"And I'll help," said Tex.
"But how do we start?"
"Think of words that rhyme with cat," said Arizona.
"That's easy," said Indy.
"Bat and hat and pat."
"Don't forget rat and sat and mat," said Tex.
"Wow, you guys are really good at rhyming," said Arizona.
It didn't take long before the twins
had turned their rhyming words into a poem.
As they recited their poem, Arizona typed.
"We know a fluffy little cat.
"His name is Cow, not Pat or Matt.
"We wish he had a little hat
and hit a baseball with a bat."
"Wow, nice work," said Arizona.
Cow thought so too.
(guitar music)
(guiro rasping)
- [Male Narrator] "Whoo and Coo"
by Stephanie Shaw.
Art by Rocco Baviera.
Whoo and Coo lived in a tree.
The wind blew.
Toot-a-loo!
They flew.
(elephant trumpeting)
And flew.
That home will do.
Phew.
(owl hooting) (cow mooing)
Moo!
(cow gently snoring)
(guitar music)
(guiro rasping)
"Elephant Work"
by Joy Cowley.
Art by Melissa Sweet.
The elephant stopped at our house,
waving its big gray nose.
"Do you have work for an animal with a very useful hose?"
"Come in, come in!" My father cried.
"You answer all my wishes.
"You can do the laundry and a heap of dirty dishes.
"Wash the upstairs windows.
"Sweep and mop the floors.
"Clean the car and the garage
"And don't forget the doors."
"Stop!" Bellowed the Elephant.
"That's too much work to do!"
Then with a snort, it turned away and ran back to the zoo.
(guitar music)
(guiro rasping)
"Five Little Puppies"
by Sharon Chriscoe.
Art by Viviana Garofoli.
Five little puppies running to the door.
One leaves with Emily.
Now there are four.
(cat meowing)
Four little puppies gather round the tree.
One leaves with Gabriel, now there are three.
Three little puppies chewing on a shoe.
One leaves with Aliyah, now there are two.
Two little puppies, playing in the sun.
One leaves with Christopher, now there is one.
One little puppy, gives a lonely yawn.
In comes Sophia.
Now they're all gone.
(puppy barking)
(cymbal crashing)
- [Girl] Brain Play!
(bell dings)
- [Child] What is your favorite saying?
- My favorite saying is oh my goodness!
- My favorite saying is that you'll miss 100% of the shots
you don't take.
- Hit the ground running.
- Now or never.
- [Female Narrator] "Lulu's Tutu"
by Eileen Spinelli.
Art by Carol Thompson.
Lulu loved her tutu.
She wore it everywhere.
She wore it in the sandbox and at the county fair.
She wore it at the shopping mall and in the candy store.
She wore it on the bus that took our family to the shore.
She wore it with her silly face.
She wore it with a pout.
She wore it every day and night until she wore it out!
We held our breaths and waited.
Now what would Lulu do?
I must say we expected a teary fuss or two.
But Lulu simply gave a shrug and with an impish grin,
she grabbed her cowgirl outfit and happily stepped in.
She wears that eating breakfast
and when mommy curls her hair.
Our Lulu is a cowgirl now.
A cowgirl everywhere.
(guitar music)
(guiro rasping)
- [Male Narrator] "A Silly Day"
by Marilyn A. Phifer.
Art by Ivanke and Lola.
"As I came home from school today,
"guess what I saw along the way?
"A dog in a suit who was playing the flute!
"A squirrel in a hat who was chasing a cat.
"A bear on a ball on his way to the mall.
"A goat in a tie who was eating a pie.
"A horse in a tree who was smiling at me.
"A duck and a fox playing cards on a box."
"Did you really?
"I must say, you had a very silly day."
(guitar music)
(guiro rasping)
"Duck Town"
by Joy Cowley.
Art by Paula Becker.
(duck quacking)
If you go to duck town, watch out for the ducks!
Some are big as houses.
Some are big as trucks!
When the bells chime 12 o' clock,
it's time for ducks to eat.
Make sure you keep out of the way of big flat yellow feet.
But once the meal is over and the ducks are all afloat,
remember that a duck ride is better than a boat.
(guitar music)
(guiro rasping)
- [Female Narrator] "How Do You Grow?"
by Marsha Diane Arnold.
Art by Bernard Oberdieck.
(bright music)
Little duck, little duck, how do you grow?
With wiggles and waddles and time for duck dawdles.
With splashes and splishes and dragonfly wishes
and a downy warm nest by the lilies.
Little fox, little fox.
How do you grow?
By leaps and by bounds and mother earth sounds.
By quiet white snowflakes and nuzzles at daybreak
and a soft secret den in the meadow.
Little child, little child.
How do you grow?
With swinging and swaying and all day long playing.
With jump ropes and mud pies and bear hugs at sunrise.
And a story or three before bedtime.
(cymbal crashing)
- [Girl] Brain Play!
(bell dings)
- [Child] Squish squish squish.
Name some things that make that sound.
- A puddle of water when you step in it.
- Sponges.
- Pudding.
- It could be puddles.
- A bag of water when you squeeze it.
- Or it could be like smashing dough.
- A rubber ball when you step on it.
Rubber boots it they're wet.
- Mud.
- I guess your hair if it's really wet
and you're scrunching it up.
- Your shoes sometimes when the floor is wet.
- Muddles, mud puddles!
- [Female Narrator] "Dance With Me!"
By Nancy White Carlstrom.
Art by Judy Stead.
Dance fish, dance!
But the fish swished away.
Won't someone dance with me today?
Dance, bird, dance!
But the bird flew away.
Won't someone dance with me today?
Dance, squirrel, dance!
But the squirrel whisked away.
Won't someone dance with me today?
Dance frog, dance!
But the frog hopped away!
Won't someone dance with me today?
Dance swan, dance, but the swan swam away.
Won't someone dance with me today?
All together, one, two, three!
I'll dance with you, you dance with me!
(guitar music)
(guiro rasping)
- [Female Narrator] "Puppy Trouble"
by Leslie A. Kimmelman.
Art by Paula Becker.
No matter what I do, he'll chew.
My bear, the chair, a brand new shoe!
He doesn't seem to give a hoot!
My boot, some fruit, my father's suit!
The corner table tastes so sweet!
Cake and ice cream, follow meat.
(dishes clattering)
Mashed potatoes, fresh tomatoes.
Gramp's best roses, garden hoses!
Pillows, socks, the morning news.
He chews and chews and chews and chews.
(guitar music)
(guiro rasping)
- [Male Narrator] "Shepherd, Shepherd"
by Bonnie Highsmith Taylor.
Art by Ian Joven.
(light music)
Shepherd, Shepherd, find your sheep.
They must be found before you sleep.
Look, there's one behind a tree!
Two are resting, that makes three.
One is drinking from the creek.
Three are playing hide-and-seek.
Two are climbing up a hill,
oops, one took a little spill.
The rest are coming to your call.
At last at last, you've found them all.
The day is done, the sun is low.
Soon the stars will be aglow.
Shepherd, you have found your sheep.
Now close your eyes and go to sleep.
(guitar music)
(guiro rasping)
- [Female Narrator] "Little Fox, Little Fox"
by Nancy White Carlstrom.
Art by Alison Edgson.
Little fox, little fox.
How will you dress?
In my red fur coat to look my best.
Little squirrel, little squirrel,
what will you eat?
I'll crack and snack on nuts for a treat.
Little owl, little owl, how will you cry?
I'll hoo, hoo, hoo through the dark night sky.
Little bear, little bear, where will you go?
To my winter cave while the cold winds blow.
What will you do?
Get ready to sleep.
What will you say?
Goodnight, sleep deep.
(light orchestral music)
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(piano music)
(marker scratching)
(glass squeaking)