WHAT I CAN DO

MY RED BALLOON

My red balloon,
My red balloon,
Flies up, up, to the sky.
I jumped up high,
To reach the sky,
But could not reach it; Why?
My red balloon,
My red balloon,
Flies up, up, to the sky.

JUST ME

Two little ears to hear mother call,
Ten pink fingers standing up tall;
One little nose that i can blow,
Ten little toes all in a row.
Two little thumbs to wiggle up
and down,
Two little feet to stamp the ground;
Hands to clap, eyes to see,
What fun it is, to be just me.

ACTING

It's fun to be this,
It's fun to be that,
To leap like a lamb,
To climb like a cat,
To hop like a frog,
To swim like a fish,
To trot like a horse,
To fly like a bird.
I can act
And copy them all,
But none of them
Can copy me at all.

MY KITE

Flip, flap! Flip, flap !
Rises my kite,
Up and up in the sky,
That is so blue and bright.
Flip, flap ! Flip, flap !
Goes my kite,
Sometimes to my left,
And sometimes to my right.
Flip, flap ! Flip, flap !
Flies my kite,
High and high above
It fills me with delight.

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