The moon is light.
The moon is gold.
The moon is like a boat.
I want to sit in it.
The moon is like a banana.
I want to eat it.
The moon is like Mum’s smile.
I want to kiss her.短篇儿童英文诗歌篇二
Life is a race,
Up to a base,
When you face,
Suppose you do not say,
You will go up to the lays,
And there will be a great space,
Then you will chase,
For so many days,
Then you will soon win the life`s base,
After getting happiness you will walk through hays,
You will go up with a happy face,
And this will happen in all of our life.短篇儿童英文诗歌篇三
He wasn't too good with a razor
and every time he would try
Kris Kringle would cut himself shaving,
so badly it caused him to cry.
The townspeople laughed when they saw him
with cut marks all over his face.
He felt so embarrassed and foolish
he'd lower his head in disgrace1.
So one day he threw out his razor,
and all of the townspeople cheered!
No longer would Santa be shaving.
Instead he was growing a beard!
But though he has given up shaving
and grown out a beard white and thick,
most folks still remember those cut marks
and that's why they call him "Saint2 Nick."短篇儿童英文诗歌篇四
A Dinosaur for Christmas
A dinosaur1 for Christmas is the only thing I need.
It doesn't matter if it's slow
or one that's built for speed.
A massive one, a tiny one
or one that's in between.
A dinosaur that's muddy brown
or bright and shiny green.
I don't care if it's big and tall
or really old and ugly.
I don't care if it's rough and tough
or soft and cute and snuggly.
A spiny2 one will do the trick.
A scaly3 one is fine.
As long as it's a living, breathing dinosaur, and mine.
I promise if you bring me one
I'll never ask for more,
That's all I want for Christmas:
just one single dinosaur.