For the child, funny poetry by Martha Long, who taught pre-schoolers for over thirty years.
I finished the puzzle.
One piece isn't here…
So the dog in the picture
Is missing his ear.
Where does a piece go
When it leaves the box?
Probably the same place
That has half my socks.
When I play with dinosaurs
I use a growling voice
I crash my feet and eat raw meat
And bite at other dino's feet—
I see my teacher roll her eyes,
Preferring we play sweetly
But she lets us have the dinosaurs—
— She understands completely.

My tree is red, my dog is red,
My rainbow is red too.
The teacher smiles and says to me—
"I see you like red, Sue."
Yes, I know that trees are green
For that is what you teach
But red's the only color of
The paint that I could reach!
It's Letter of the Day-day-day
And I want to run away-way-way
Everybody has brought a thing-thing-thing
That starts with R like ring-ring-ring
Then we all sit down and talk-talk-talk
And I'd rather play with chalk-chalk-chalk
Cause it makes no sense to me-me-me
After all I'm only three-three-three.
I can't tell a Q from O, O, O,
I know someday I will know, know, know,
But today I'd rather be, be, be
Outside climbing up a tree, tree, tree.
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