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Maria ŢUCA Mădălina Tudor Adriana Statie
Line, shape and color Are elements of art. Texture, space and value That,s where I start. When I use What I know As an artist I wil grow. Line, shape, color Texture, space and value‌ The ABCs of art.
All the leaves Are falling down Orange, Yellow, Red And brown.
Down, down, Yellow and brown, Fall the leaves All over the ground. Raked them up In a pile so huge, They almost reach up the sky.
Star light, star light, First star, I see tonight, I wish I may, I wish I might, Have the wish I wish tonight.
Little boy blue Come blow your horn. The sheep’s in the meadow The cow’s in the corn. But where is the boy Who looks after the sheep? He’s under the haistack fast asleep.
Jack be nimble Jack be quik Jack jump over The candlestick.
Every mouse and bumblebee, Every squirrel up in the tree, Every bird and ladybug. Loves to feel his mother’s hug, Every bear so furry and funny, Loves his father more than honey.
M.O.M. M is for the many times You’ve hugged me, O’s for the outstanding Things you do, M is all our memories together‌ Mom, I am so glad that I have you!
A tooth fell out, and left a space, So big my tongue could touch my face. And every time I smile, I show A space where something used to grow. I miss my tooth you can guess But then, I have to brush one less!
Bits of paper, Bits of paper, Lying on the floor, Lying on the floor, Make the place untidy, Make the place untidy, Pick them up, Pick them up.
Little kitty, where are you? I would like to play with you! We could run and play all day So come on out! Don’t stay away!
A little bird, With a little bill, Sat upon my window sill, What happened next, I could not say, For he soon did flay away. A little bird With a little bill, Came again To my window sill, I lured him in With a piece of bread, And now he is sleeping In my bed.
Two little ducks, Went out one day, Over the hills, And far away. Mother duck said, ”Quack, quack, quack.” But only one little duck, Came back, back, back.
There once was a jumping monkey And jumping he would always be He fell off a cliff Because he was stiff Now jumping he will never be.
Ladybugs Ladybugs on the flowers, Ladybugs on the corn, Ladybugs on the leaves. Ladybugs on the lawn. Ladybugs on my garden As hungry as can be. Eaten up the aphids. So something’s left for me.
Mr. Pumpkin, Mr. Pumpkin, Round and fat. Round and fat. Harvest time is coming. Harvest time is coming. Yum, yum, yum. That is that!
Happy to Be Me Yellow is my hair Blues are my eyes. I’m three years old And just the righ size. My name is Ariana and As you can see I’m very happy to be Me!
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