May poetry

A ladybug
I’ve made with love
To set among your flowers
To let you know I love you
And appreciate your hours.

A ladybug
I’ve made with love
On this Mother’s Day
To let you know how much
I care in many different ways.

Ladybug

Ladybugs all dressed in red
Strolling through the flowerbed.
If I were tiny just like you
I’d creep among the flowers too!

By Maria Fleming

Ladybugs Fly
(“Three Blind Mice”)

Fly, Fly, Fly.
Ladybugs fly.
Fly over there.
They fly up high and they fly down low.
Around and around and around they go.
They fly fast, and they fly-fly slow.
Oh, ladybugs fly.

Ladybug

Lady bug wears
An orange cape.
It opens up
And changes shape -

Now two wings lift her
into the air.
I wish I had
Such a cape to wear!

by Dee Lillegard

Ants

I saw a thousand ants -
A thousand - maybe more,
All in a family
On the old shed floor.

They all were very busy
Going this way and that,
All neat and trim, and stringlike,
Not a chubby one, or fat.

I looked to see differences
They might have from one another,
But every one looked just like
Another or his brother.

I hope they have a special way
To know just which one's who;
If I had such a family,
I don't know what I'd do!

By Solveig Paulson Russell

Ants

Ants are always busy
They hurry here and there
You never see one sleeping
Or sitting in a chair.

A Year Later

Last summer I couldn’t swim at all
I couldn’t even float
I had to use a rubber tube
or hang on to a boat;
I had to sit on shore
when everybody swam;
but now it’s This summer
and I can!

By Mary Ann Hoberman

Ants

One ant, two ants, three ants, four.
Our picnic is their grocery store.
Five ants, six ants, seven ants, eight.
They are crawling on my plate!

Eight ants, seven ants,
Stomp around.
Six ants, five ants,
On the ground.
Four ants, three ants,
On the run!
Two ants, one ant,
No more fun.

May

May’s a month of happy sounds,
The hum of buzzing bees,
The chirp of little baby birds,
and the song of a gentle breeze.

The Watermelon Song
(Frere Jacques)

Watermelon, watermelon
Tastes so yummy,
tastes so yummy,
Green on the outside,
Red on the inside,
With black seeds, with black seeds.

Watermelon Song
(Are You Sleeping?)

Watermelon, watermelon
See how it drips, see how it drips
Up and down my elbow, up and down my elbow
Spit out the pits (POOEY!),
Spit out the pits
(POOEY!)

The Watermelon Chant

First you plant a seed and it grows.
It grows.
It really, really grows.
Then you pick the melon.
You pick it. You pick it.
You really, really pick it.
Now it's time to slice it, to slice it.
You really, really slice it.
Then it's time to eat it, to eat it.
You really, really eat it.