Dear parents,

Speaking Skills exam conducted by Institute of Music, Speech & Speaking Skills (Pvt.) Ltd.
will be held in September 2018. If you are interested in sending your child for the exams,
please fill in the form and handover to the teacher on or before 10-08-2018.

Exam Level:……………………………………….……………... Amount:………………………………/=

Dear parents,

Speaking Skills exam conducted by Institute of Music, Speech & Speaking Skills (Pvt.) Ltd.
will be held in September 2018. If you are interested in sending your child for the exams,
please fill in the form and handover to the teacher on or before 10-08-2018.

Exam Level:……………………………………….……………... Amount:………………………………/=

Dear parents,

Speaking Skills exam conducted by Institute of Music, Speech & Speaking Skills (Pvt.) Ltd.
will be held in September 2018. If you are interested in sending your child for the exams,
please fill in the form and handover to the teacher on or before 10-08-2018.

Exam Level:……………………………………….……………... Amount:………………………………/=

Dear parents,

Speaking Skills exam conducted by Institute of Music, Speech & Speaking Skills (Pvt.) Ltd.
will be held in September 2018. If you are interested in sending your child for the exams,
please fill in the form and handover to the teacher on or before 10-08-2018.

Exam Level:……………………………………….……………... Amount:………………………………/=

Introductory

Seal by Ted Hughes Limpet by Ted Hughes

Where Ocean heaved When big surf slams

A breast of silk His tower so hard
And a black jag reef The Lighthouse-keeper’s
Boiled into milk Teeth are jarred

There bobbed up a head The Limpet laughs

With eyes as wild Beneath her hat:
And wide and dark ‘There’s nothing I love
As a famine child. So much as that!’

I thought, by the way ‘Huge seas of shock

It stared at me, That roar to knock me
It had lost its mother Off my rocker
In the sea. Rock me, rock me.’

Mussel by Ted Hughes Sea-anemone by Ted Hughes

When you prise For such a tender face

Her shells apart A touch is like a danger.
To say Hello But the dance of my many arms
The Mussel cries: To the music of the sea
‘I know! I know! Brings many a friend to me.
I confess
I am a mess. None can resist my grace.
All fall for my charms.
But I’m all heart –
Heart that could not Many a friend, many a stranger,
Softer soften! Many an enemy
Melts in my embrace.
‘An ugly girl, I am anemone.
But often, often
With a pearl.’
 Cormorant by Ted Hughes Hermit Crab by Ted Hughes

Drowned fishermen come back The sea-bed’s great –

As famished cormorants But it’s a plate.
With bare and freezing webby toes Every fish
Instead of boots and pants. Watches this dish.

You’ve a hook at the end of your nose Just to be tough

You shiver all the day Is not enough.
Trying to dry your oilskin pyjamas Some of the smart
Under the icy spray. Don’t even start.

But worst – O worst of all – I stay in bed

The moment that you wish With my house on my head,
For fried fish fingers in a flash Said the Hermit Crab,
You’re gagged with a frozen fish. Or go by cab.

Wreck by Ted Hughes Jellyfish by Ted Hughes

The sailors prayed to come to land When my chandelier

And their good ship’s wreck soon made it, Waltzes pulsing near
And sat on the rocks like a one-man band Let the swimmer fear.
While the stormy sea still played it.
Beached and bare
Now through many a winter’s weathers I’m less of a scare
Many a summer hour But I don’t care.
Under the cliff there blooms and withers
The sea’s rare rust-flower. Though I look like a slob
It’s a delicate job
Being just a blob.
Crab by Ted Hughes
In the low tide pools
I pack myself like
A handy pocket
Chest of tools.
But as the tide fills
Dancing I go
Under lifted veils
Tiptoe, tiptoe.
And with pliers and pincers
Repair and remake
The daintier dancers
The breakers break.
Sea Monster by Ted Hughes
Calm, empty sea
So soothes your eye
‘Such peace!’ you sigh –
Suddenly ME!
So huge, so near,
So really here,
Your stare goes dry
To see me come
So like a swan,
So slow, so high
You cannot cry
Already gone
Completely numb.
Ragworm by Ted Hughes
Ragworm once
Was all the rage.
But suddenly, see
This foolish age
Of fish is in.
Fashion of flounce,
Of scale and slime,
Of scoot and squirm
And gill and fin
Gorping like fools.
Let future time
Be soon unfurled.
Bring all such schools
To end of term.
Return the world
to me, the Worm.
Whelk by Ted Hughes
I wonder whether
Whelks can wish?
If I were a Whelk
I think I’d sulk
To be a fish.
Though anything other
Than a screw
Of rubbery chew,
A gurgle of goo
Going down a drain
Would be a gain.
 Mermaid The Mermaid’s Purse
Ted Hughes Ted Hughes

Call her a fish, The Mermaid’s shriek

Call her a girl. Made Ocean shake.
Call her the pearl
She’d opened her purse
Of an oyster fresh For an Aspirin –
On its pearly dish What a shock!
Out came a shark
That the whole sea sips With a great black fin
With gurgly slurps Hissing: ‘Here’s Nurse
And sloppy lips. And Surgeon in one
Great flashing grin!’

Now headache
And head have gone
Or she’d feel worse.

Shell Heron
Ted Hughes Ted Hughes

The sea fills my ear I am nothing

With sand and with fear. But a prayer
To catch a fish.
You may wash out the sand A hush of air –
But never the sound A bloom of cloud
Of the ghost of the sea On a tilting stalk.
That is haunting me. Over the water’s face
I walk.

The little fishes

Tucked in under
Missing my flash
Sleep through my thunder.
The Eagle The Oak
Alfred Lord Tennyson Alfred Lord Tennyson

He clasps the crag with crooked hands; Live thy life,

Close to the sun in lonely lands, Young and old,

Ring'd with the azure world, he stands. Like yon oak,

The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls; Bright in spring,

He watches from his mountain walls, Living gold;

And like a thunderbolt he falls. Summer-rich

Then; and then

The Vulture Autumn-changed,

Hillaire Belloc
Soberer hued
The Vulture eats between his meals, Gold again.
And that's the reason why All his leaves
He very, very, rarely feels Fall'n at length,
As well as you and I. Look, he stands,
His eye is dull, his head is bald, Trunk and bough,
His neck is growing thinner. Naked strength.
Oh! what a lesson for us
The Lost Doll The Little Elf
Charles Kingsley John Kendrick Bangs

I once had a sweet little doll, dears, I met a little Elf-man, once,
The prettiest doll in the world; Down where the lilies blow.
Her cheeks were so red and white, dears, I asked him why he was so small,
And her hair was so charmingly curled. And why he didn't grow.
But I lost my poor little doll, dears, He slightly frowned, and with his eye
As I played on the heath one day; He looked me through and through.
And I cried for her more than a week, dears, "I'm quite as big for me," said he,
But I never could find where she lay. "As you are big for you."
I found my poor little doll, dears,
As I played on the heath one day;
Folks say she is terribly changed, dears,
For her paint is all washed away,
And her arms trodden off by the cows, dears,
And her hair not the least bit curled;
Yet for old sake's sake, she is still, dears,
The prettiest doll in the world.
A Bunch of Roses
John Bannister Tabb
The rosy mouth and rosy toe
Of little baby brother
Until about a month ago
Had never met each other;
But nowadays the neighbors sweet,
In every sort of weather,
Half way with rosy fingers meet,
To kiss and play together.
The Sea Gypsy
Richard Hovey
I am fevered with the sunset,
I am fretful with the bay,
For the wander-thirst is on me
And my soul is in Cathay.
There's a schooner in the offing,
With her topsails shot with fire,
And my heart has gone aboard her
For the Islands of Desire.
I must forth again to-morrow!
With the sunset I must be
Hull down on the trail of rapture
In the wonder of the sea.
The Moon's the North Wind's Cooky The Little Turtle
Vachel Lindsay Vachel Lindsay

The Moon's the North Wind's cooky. There was a little turtle.
He bites it, day by day, He lived in a box.
Until there's but a rim of scraps He swam in a puddle.
That crumble all away. He climbed on the rocks.
The South Wind is a baker. He snapped at a mosquito.
He kneads clouds in his den, He snapped at a flea.
And bakes a crisp new moon *that . . . greedy He snapped at a minnow.
North . . . Wind . . . eats . . . again!* And he snapped at me.
He caught the mosquito.
He caught the flea.
He caught the minnow.
But he didn't catch me.
Hipopotamus Mice
Hillaire Belloc Rose Fyleman

Behold the hippopotomus. I think mice

We laugh at how he looks to us, Are rather nice.
and yet in moments dark and grim, There tails are long,
I wonder how we look to him. Their faces small,
Peace, peace, thou hippopotomus, They haven't any
we really look all right to us, Chins at all.
as you, no doubt, delight the eye Their ears are pink,
of other hippopotomi. Their teeth are white,
They run about
The house at night.
They nibble things
The Falling Star
Sara Teasdale They shouldn't touch
I saw a star slide down the sky, And no one seems
Blinding the north as it went by, To like them much

Too burning and too quick to hold, But I think mice

Too lovey to be bought or sold, Are Nice
Good only to make wishes on
And then forever to be gone.
The Faery Forest Trees
Sara Teasdale Joyce Kilmer

The faery forest glimmered I think that I shall never see

Beneath an ivory moon, A poem as lovely as a tree
The silver grasses shimmered A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against a faery tune. Against the earth's sweet flowing breast
Beneath the silken silence A tree that looks at God all day
The crystal branches slept, and lifts her leafy arms to pray
And dreaming thro' the dew-fall A tree that may, in summer, wear
The cold white blossoms wept. A nest of robins in her hair
Upon whose bosom snow has lain
The Rainbow Who intimately lives with rain.
Walter De La Mare
Poems are made by fools like me
I saw the lovely arch
But only God can make a tree.
Of Rainbow span the sky,
The gold sun burning
As the rain swept by.
In bright-ringed solitude
The showery foliage shone
One lovely moment,
And the Bow was gone.
Only One Mother Eletelephony
George Cooper Laura E. Richards

Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky. Once there was an elephant,

Hundreds of shells on the shore together. Who tried to use the telephant...
Hundreds of birds that go singing by. No! no! I mean an elephone
Hundreds of lambs in the sunny weather. Who tried to use the telephone...
Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn, (Dear me! I am not certain quite
Hundreds of bees to greet the clover. That even now I've got it right.)
Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn. Howe'er it was, he got his trunk
But only one mother the whole world over. Entangled in the telephunk;
The more he tried to get it free,
The louder buzzed the telephee...
Mud (I fear I'd better drop the song
Polly Chase Boyden
Of elephop and telephong!!!!!)
Mud is very nice to feel
All squishy-squash between the toes!
I'd rather wade in wiggly mud
Than smell a yellow rose.
Nobody else but the rosebush knows
How nice mud feels
Between the toes.
The Mist and All Autumn Song
Dixie Willson Elizabeth Ellen Long

I like the fall, These are the days of fallen leaves,

The mist and all. The days of hazy weather,
I like the night owl's
Smelling of chrysanthemums
Lonely call --
And wailing sound And gray wood-smoke together.
Of wind around. These are the nights of nearby stars,
I like the gray
the nights of closer moons,
November day
And bare dead boughs When the windy darkness echoes
That coldly sway To cricket's farewell tunes.
Against my pane.
I like the rain.
Ladybug
I like to sit Joan Walsh Anglund
And laugh at it --
And tend A small speckled visitor
My cozy fire a bit. Wearing a crimson cape,
I like the fall -- Brighter than a cherry,
The mist and all.
Smaller than a grape.
A polka-dotted someone
Walking on my wall,
A black-hooded lady
In a scarlet shawl.
Upside Down Ants, Although Admirable, Are Awfully
Aileen Fisher Aggravating
Walter R. Brooks
It's funny how beetles
The busy ant works hard all day
and creatures like that
And never stops to rest or play.
can walk upside down
He carries things ten times his size,
as well as walk flat.
And never grumbles, whines or cries.
They crawl on a ceiling
And even climbing flower stalks,
and climb on a wall
He always runs, he never walks.
without any practice
He loves his work, he never tires,
or trouble at all.
And never puffs, pants or perspires.
While I have been trying
Yet though I praise his boundless vim
for a year (maybe more)
I am not really fond of him.
and still I can't stand
with my head on the floor.
I'd Love To Be A Fairy's Child
Robert Graves

Children born of fairy stock

Never need for shirt or frock,
Never want for food or fire,
Always get their hearts desire:
Jingle pockets full of gold,
Marry when they're seven years old.
Every fairy child may keep
Two strong ponies and ten sheep;
All have houses, each his own,
Built of brick or granite stone;
They live on cherries, they run wild
I'd love to be a Fairy's child.
Snowball Now We Are Six
Shel Silverstein
By A. A. Milne
I made myself a snowball
When I was One,
As perfect as could be.
I had just begun.
I thought I'd keep it as a pet When I was Two,
And let it sleep with me. I was nearly new.
I made it some pajamas When I was Three
And a pillow for its head.
I was hardly me.
When I was Four,
Then last night it ran away,
I was not much more.
But first it wet the bed. When I was Five,
I was just alive.
But now I am Six,
I'm as clever as clever,
So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.
Wind On The Hill
By A. A. Milne
No one can tell me,
Nobody knows,
Where the wind comes from,
Where the wind goes.
It's flying from somewhere
As fast as it can,
I couldn't keep up with it,
Not if I ran.
But if I stopped holding
The string of my kite,
It would blow with the wind
For a day and a night.
And then when I found it,
Wherever it blew,
I should know that the wind
Had been going there too.
So then I could tell them
Where the wind goes…
But where the wind comes from
Nobody knows.
My Big Fat Cat
Christian M. Mitewu
I own a big fat cat-
The fattest for miles around.
Wherever there's lots of food,
That's where he'll be found.
He's really good at eating.
It's a talent, I suppose.
I'm sure if he keeps at it
He'd win the talent shows.
I own a big fat cat-
He weighs at least a ton.
He couldn't run to save his life.
Yes, he isn't much fun.
His favourite room's the kitchen.
(I'm sure we all know why.)
He eats just about everything,
So that's why, with a sigh...
I'd like to tell you, Teacher,
I'd like to tell you straight,
I might have "accidentally" dropped
My homework in his plate.