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J’s the Jumping Jay-Walker
J’s the jumping Jay-walker,
A sort of human jeep.
Fie crosses where the lights are red.
Before he looks, he’ll leap!
Then many a wheel
Begins to squeal,
And many a brake to slam.
Fie turns your knees to jelly
And the traffic into jam.
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Jingle, jangle!
Jingle, jangle!
Riot and wrangle!
What shall we do
With people like you?
Here’s Jingle!
There’s Jangle!
Here’s Riot!
There’s Wrangle!
Never was seen such a turbulent crew!RHYMES FOR THE YOUNG FOLK
You, north must go
To a hut of snow;
You, south, in a trice,
To an island of spice;
You, off to Persia
And sit on a hill,
You, to that chair
And be five minutes’ still!
Jack & Agyu
Jack & Agyu tells the story of an imaginative and adventurous young boy, Jack, who longs to find himself in the books that he reads. Crushed when he realizes he is different looking from all his favorite book characters, he goes off to right what he feels is a wrong. His path leads him to trouble but, also, to healing and empowerment as he reconnects with the stories of his ancestors from the Philippines.
Vibrantly illustrated by Lynnor Bontigao with characters based on Filipino mythology- the sirena (mermaid), syokoy (mermen), and diwata (fairies), to name a few- Jack & Agyu is sure to draw kids into an adventure that is exciting as much as it is self-affirming!
Jingle, Jangle!
Jingle, jangle!
Riot and wrangle!
What shall we do
With people like you?
Here’s Jingle!
There’s Jangle!
Here’s Riot!
There’s Wrangle!
Never was seen such a turbulent crew!
You, north must go
To a hut of snow;
You, south, in a trice,
To an island of spice;
You, off to Persia
And sit on a hill,
You, to that chair
And be five minutes’ still!
John Henry
John Henry was born with a hammer in his hand. He was taller and stronger than anyone around. When men started talking about laying railroad tracks across the prairies and deserts, and right through the mountains, John Henry knew he and his hammer had to be a part of it. And drive those spikes he did! Then came the day when a challenge was announced: Who could dig a tunnel through a mountain faster—John Henry and his hammer? Or a steam drill?
Tall Tales & Rails: John Henry – a Musical History Unit
Judge tenderly of me!
This is my letter to the world,
That never wrote to me, —
The simple news that Nature told,
With tender majesty.Her message is committed
To hands I cannot see;
For love of her, sweet countrymen,
Judge tenderly of me!
Jasmine
(more…)Almost the twenty-first century” —
how quickly the thought will grow dated,
even quaint.Our hopes, our future,
will pass like the hopes and futures of others.And all our anxieties and terrors,
nights of sleeplessness,
griefs,
will appear then as they truly are —Stumbling, delirious bees in the tea scent of jasmine.
Japanese Garden
by Laura Tohe
After a stone and sand exhibit in Portland
A man is leading the animals.
A man is leading the ones that float on water.
A man is leading the winged ones.
A man is leading the ones that swim.
Maybe he’s St. Francis,
the long-robed man who calls the animals to him now.
Maybe he’s Noah,
the one who gathered the animals.
and sailed away with them, they say.
Who was there to witness their leaving?
To sing a song for their journey?
Where are they going?
their faces turned northward,
taking their songs,
taking their maps,
taking their languages.
Are they leaving with joy in their hearts?
Or is sadness eating at their star hearts?
In the wake of their leaving a small wind
stirs the empty hands of the tree branches above us.
What I will remember—
footsteps left like dinosaur tracks
pressed between Sky Woman and Mother Earth.
When they leave,
I will weep.
I will weep.
Jabberwocky
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand;
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree
And stood awhile in thought.
And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.
’Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
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