School, Here I Come!

At last! Since Monday this week there is no more fight-war-battle in the morning.  Aqil is already one happy wee boy excited about going to school.  Here are some of the snaps taken of him on his way to school.  Hmmmm... what relief!!!

So, let me leave you with these inadequate poem of mine dedicated to Aqil and other children who have excuses the first few days of schooling.

My tummy ached so

My head doing a calypso

Last night was a nightmare

Going to school is not my fare

Mummy please understand me

I would rather be with thee

For school is not as fun

When at home we can always sing and dance

Oh Mummy dear

At school there may be a  Monster

One so big might even have me for supper

You don’t want that to happen do you? Mummy dear?

It's Burns Week Next Week

"Dear Parents,

As you know, next week is Burns week in school.  Children across all stages should learn Scottish poem with the infant classes learning a simpler poem which is not Burns!  There will be a competition at each stage group and although all children should learn our poem they can choose to not to enter if they are particularly nervous or shy.  Our poem this year is Cat and Mous by J.K. Annand.  I hope you will help the children learn their poem and best of luck to all for the competition."

Mia handed me the above message from school yesterday.  And attached to it is the poem which she is supposed to learn :

Cat and Mous

Said the poussie                                  

Til the mousie,

'Let me intil

Your wee housie

We will play

And we will sing

And we will dance

A jingo-ring.'

Said the mousie

Til the poussie,

'Ye'll no get

In my wee housie.

Ye are BIG

And I am wee

And ye wad eat me

For your tea.

A very cute little poem isn't it?

Sources of images : Siberian Cat from www.catsfact.org; Guinea pig from www.commons.wikipedia.org

Wha?!

A Dug A Dug  (by Bill Keys)

Hey, Daddy, wid ye get us a dug?

A big broon alsation ur a wee white pug?

Ur a skinny wee terrier, ur a big fat collie?

Aw, Daddy, get us a dug.  Will yi?

Whit! An' whose dug'll it be when it durties the flerr,

An' wets the carpet and messes the sterr?

Its me ur yer Mammy'll be tane furra mug

Away oot'n play.  Yer no getting a dug

But daddy thur gi'en them away

Down therr at the RSCPA

Yu'll get wan fur nothin, so ye will.

Aw.  Daddy, get us a dug, Will ye?

Dji hear um?  Oan aboot dugs again?

Ah think that yins goat dugs'n the brain

Ah know whit yu'll get : a skite oan the lug

If ah hear ony merr aboot this bloomin dug

Aw, Daddy, it widny be dear tae keep

An'ah'd make it a basket fur it tae sleep

An'ah'd take it fur runs away over the hull

Aw, Daddy, get us a dug.  Will ye?

A doan't think thurs embdy like you :

Yi could wheedle the twist oot a flamin' corkscrew

Noo! Get doon aff my neck.  Gies nane a yur hugs

Aw right.  THAT'S ANUFF. Ah'll get yi a dug.

Aw Daddy.  A dug.  A dug.

Well, this poem is sort of Hakim's homework last week.  I like it somehow - I can visualize the children asking, begging their father with pleading eyes to get them a dog.  And not let it go until they get under his skin and finally let them have their way!

And for his effort of memorising the first two paragraphs, Hakim was rewarded a pencil and eraser from his teacher, Mrs. McEwan.