Rhythm extracts ‘The Tyger’ ‘Folsom Prison Blues’

‘The Tyger’ by William Blake ‘Folsom Prison Blues’ by Johnny Cash

Tyger Tyger, burning bright, In the forests of the night; What immortal hand or eye, Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies. Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand, dare seize the fire?

I hear the train a comin’, it’s rolling ’round the bend And I ain’t seen the sunshine since I don’t know when I’m stuck in Folsom prison, and time keeps draggin’ on But that train keeps a rollin’ on down to San Antone When I was just a baby my mama told me, ‘Son Always be a good boy, don’t ever play with guns’ But I shot a man in Reno just to watch him die When I hear that whistle blowing, I hang my head and cry.

From The Gruffalo by Julia Donaldson From ‘A Visit from St Nicholas’ by Clement Clarke Moore

A mouse took a stroll through the deep dark wood. A fox saw the mouse and the mouse looked good. ‘Where are you going to, little brown mouse? Come and have lunch in my underground house.’ ‘It’s terribly kind of you, Fox, but no –I’m going to have lunch with a gruffalo.’ ‘A gruffalo? What’s a gruffalo?’ ‘A gruffalo! Why, didn’t you know? He has terrible tusks, and terrible claws, And terrible teeth in his terrible jaws.’ ‘Where are you meeting him?’ ‘Here, by these rocks, And his favourite food is roasted fox.’

‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse; The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, In hopes that St. Nicholas soon would be there; The children were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her ’kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled down for a long winter’s nap… ©The Educational Company of Ireland