Me and my sister sitting on the tree.
Me and my sister swinging on a swing.
Me and my sister watching Bing.
Me and sister like the same thing.
🎶 Hello and Goodbye – A Worldly Rhyme! 🎶 👋
Hello, my friend, so nice to see,
In every tongue, come sing with me!
🇫🇷 Bonjour in France, with smiles so wide,
And Au revoir when we step aside.
🇩🇪 Hallo is German, loud and clear,
Say Tschüss when someone’s not near.
🇪🇸 In Spain, they say ¡Hola! with a bright heart,
Adiós is spoken when it’s time to part.
🇮🇳 In Hindi, we greet with नमस्ते (Namaste) or प्रणाम (Pranaam),
When leaving, say “फिर मिलते हैं (Phir milte hain)” or “राम राम (Ram Ram).”
🇮🇳 In Sanskrit, Dev Vani, we say:
नमो नमः (Namo Namah) or नमस्ते (Namaste) each day.
And when someone sets out on their way —
“शुभा: तव पन्थानः सन्तु (Shubhaah tav panthānah santu),” we say.
🙏 Namaste and 👋 Goodbye both show your grace,
Just share them with a sweet smile 😊 on your face.
So next time you meet someone new,
Use any word — just mean it true!
I am the sky, quiet and deep, tucking the stars in before they sleep.
I am the wind soft on your face, carrying snowflakes from place to place.
I am the candle warm and small, guiding footsteps through the hall.
I am the gift with a secret inside, wrapped in love and ribbon tied.
I am the tree tall and grand, sparkling lights across the land.
I am the gloves, soft and snug, wrapping hands in gentle love.
I am the fire bold and bright, a cosy glow on a snowy night.
I am the carol sweet and clear, singing of love for all to hear.
I am the wish dancing in the air, a quiet hope, a whispered prayer.
When I look up at the stars at night
I wonder why they shine so bright.
They gather round the moon so tight
and whisper through my dreams with light
and tiptoe with some clouds in-tow
to form a constellation’s glow.
The moonlight that is baby blue
reflects the things I love to do.
And when the sun rises in the sky
it hides the stars that shimmer high.
Chickens are small,
And some are tall,
Their feathers are fluffy,
And sometimes puffy,
They make good friends,
And when their life ends,
You can eat them.
They produce homemade eggs,
And don’t do nutmegs,
They like to snuggle up in your arms,
They don’t like it when danger harms,
In day time they live in their run,
They’ll eat anything even meat in a bun,
I would most like ten,
They do not live in a pen,
It’s called a coop,
In which they poop.
Hello holidays
goodbye school
Hello sleeping in
goodbye routine
Hello silence
goodbye loudness
Now it’s the holidays
Goodbye rubbish
Hello clean
Goodbye COVID
Hello life
Goodbye stealing
Hello money
Goodbye war
Hello peace
Green looks like magical trees, green leaves and wavy bushes.
Green sounds like someone is green with envy, jealousy, and my cousin glowing with happiness.
Green smells like mint, chocolate, and ice-cream, avocado, trees, and nature.
Green fells cols, hot, hard, squishy, and soft.
Grenn tastes like it is bitter, sour, sweet, and salty.
Green is happiness.
Being sensible isn’t fun
So something needs to be done
I’ll put itching powder in my mum’s pyjamas
And make my dad’s breakfast frozen bananas
But mum and dad have found out it’s me
And now I’m only allowed to have peas!