wiggly worms – a poem

admin — Fri, 04 Nov 2011 14:01:41 +0000

Wiggly Worms

I used to bring home wiggly worms,
But how they made my mother squirm,
For in the pockets of my pants,
They lived with several little ants.

The ants were cute as they could be,
Although my mother disagreed,
But it’s the worms that she despised,
‘Cause they would catch her by surprise.

For every night when I came home,
From all the places I would roam,
I’d bring my treasures of the day,
Inside my pockets they would stay.

But then my mother washed my pants,
Complete with worms and little ants,
And in my pockets she would reach,
And I would hear my mother screech.

She took the pockets off my pants,
I have no place to put my ants,
No place to keep my wiggly worms,
The ones that make my mother squirm.

My mother sewed my pockets shut,
And didn’t tell me why or what,
But I am sure that I know why,
And it’s enough to make me cry.

These days my worms stay in the ground,
And I must leave them where they’re found,
Unless I hide just one or two,
And let her find them in my shoe.

ants, ants, everywhere ants!

admin — Mon, 30 Nov 2009 19:42:25 +0000

As the children are really enjoying our ant farm, we thought it would be a good time to introduce some ant stories onto their library shelves. One playful story they are enjoying is ….

I Saw an Ant on the Railroad Track by Joshua Prince

When switchman Jack, while eating his lunch by his shack, spies an ant walking along the railroad track he gets worried and knows he has to do something to help …

… before the little guy gets run over by the approaching train.

It’s a nice story with delightful language and illustrations and a happy ending!

Once we discoverd the collective nouns for ants were;

an army of ants – a colony of ants – a swarm of ants

It made us think of that great song, ‘The ants went (go) marching‘. So here are the words as we sing them -

The ants went marching one by one, hurrah, hurrah!

The ants went marching one by one,

the little one stopped to suck his thumb.