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Fun with Reading

Fun with Reading
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The Bookstart Scheme

The Bookstart scheme aims to promote a life-long love of books and is based on the principle that every child in the UK should enjoy and benefit from books from as early an age as possible.

How will it benefit children?

Sharing books with babies and toddlers is a wonderful way to increase language skills and helps children to understand their world.

The first five years are the best time for learning to talk and most of a child's language comes from the adults around them. Babies and toddlers who love books begin reading sooner and have a better chance at school.

Three different packs of books are available for children between the ages of 7 months through to three year olds. These are FREE and included guidance materials for parents and carers.
Contact us, the Library or your Health Visitor for more information on the Bookstart scheme.

Here are some stories and poems you can print

If you would like to add a story of your own we would love to hear from you

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Once I caught a fish alive!
Then I let it go again.
Why did you let it go?
Because it bit my finger so!
Which finger did it bite?
This little finger on my right.

(This is a great counting song! Count with you child on their fingers and teach them to count to 10) :o )

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A Zoo in our house by Heather Eyles
Mum and I went to the zoo.
I said,"Can we have a zoo in our house?"
"Certainly not,"said Mum.
...on Monday a giraffe was eating on the kitchen.
On Tuesday a hippopotamus was splashing in the bath.
On wednesday a monkey was swinging in the hall.
On Thursday a crocodile was washing in the garden.
On Friday a lion was sleeping in the living room.
On Saturday all the animals came and we had a party.
On Sunday Mum sent them all back to the zoo.
"Phew," said Mum.
.....she forgot the gorilla.

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Guess how much i love you By Sam McBratney
Little Nut Brown Hare,who was going to bed, held on tight to Big Nutbrown Hare's very long ears.
He wanted to be sure that Big Nutbrown Hare was listening.
"Guess how much i love you," he said.
"Oh, I don't think I could guess that,"said Big Nutbrown Hare.
"This much,"said Little Nutbrown Hare,stretching out his arms as wide as they could go.
Bid Nutbrown Hare had even longer arms."But I love YOU this much," he said.
Hmmm,that is a lot thought Little Nutbrown Hare.
"I love you as high as I can reach,"said Little Nutbrown Hare.
"I love you as High as I can reach,"said Big Nutbrown HAre.
That is quite high, thought Little Nutbrown Hare. I wish I had arms like that.
Then Little Nutbrown Hare had a good idea.He tumbled upside down and reached up the tree trunk with his feet.
" I love you all the way up to my toes!" he said.
"And I love you all the way up to your toes," said Big Nutbrown Hare,swinging him up over his head.
" I love you as high as i can HOP!" laughed Little Nutbrown Hare,bouncing up and down.
"But I love you as high as I can hop," smiled Big Nutbrown hare-and he hopped so high that his ears touched the branches above.
Thats good hopping,thought Little Nutbrown Hare.I wish I could hop like that.
"I love you all the way down the lane as far as the river," cried Little Nutbrown Hare.
That's very far,thought Little Nutbrown Hare.
He was almost too sleepy to think anymore.
Then he looked beyond the thorn bushes,out into the big dark night.
Nothing could be further than the sky.
"I love you right up to the MOON," he said,and closed his eyes.
"Oh,that's far"said Big Nut Brown Hare."Thats is very far."
Big Nutbrown Hare settled Little Nutbrown Hare into his bed of leaves.
He leaned over and kissed him good night.
Then he lay down close by and whispered with a smile,"I love you right up to the moon-AND BACK."

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Hairy Maclary
Out of the gate
and off for a walk
went Hairy Maclary
from Donaldson's Dairy

and Hercules Morse
as big as a horse

with Hairy Maclary
from Donaldson's Dairy.

Bottomley Potts
covered in spots,
Hercules Morse
as big as a horse

and Hairy Maclary
from Donaldson's Dairy.

Muffin McLay
like a bundle of hay,
Bottomley Potts
covered in spots,
Hercules Morse
as big as a horse

and Hairy Maclary
from Donaldson's Dairy.

Bitzer Maloney
all skinny and bony,
Muffin McLay
like a bundle of hay,
Bottomley Potts
covered in spots,
Hercules Morse
as big as a horse

and Hairy Maclary
from Donaldson's Dairy.

Schnitzel von Krumm
with a very low tum,
Bitzer Maloney
all skinny and bony,
Muffin McLay
like a bundle of hay,
Bottomley Potts
covered in spots,
Hercules Morse
as big as a horse

and Hairy Maclary
from Donaldson's Dairy.

With tails in the air
they trotted on down
past the shops and the park
to the far end of town.
They sniffed at the smells
and they snooped at each door,
when suddenly,
out of the shadows

the toughest Tom

said Scarface Claw.

Off with a yowl
a wail and a howl,
a scatter of paws
and a clatter of claws,
went Schnitzel von Krumm
with a very low tum,
Bitzer Maloney
all skinny and bony,
Muffin McLay
like a bundle of hay,
Bottomley Potts
covered in spots,
Hercules Morse
as big as a horse

straight back home
to bed!

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Halfway Down The Stairs
"Halfway down the stairs"
(written by A.A. Milne, sung by Kermit on The Muppet Show)

Halfway down the stairs is a stair where I sit.
There isn't any other stair quite like it.
I'm not at the bottom, I'm not at the top.
So this is the stair where I always stop.

Halfway up the stairs isn't up and isn't down.
It isn't in the nursery, it isn't in the town.
And all sorts of funny thoughts run round my head.
It isn't really anywhere, it's somewhere else instead.

Halfway down the stairs is a stair where I sit.
There isn't any other stair quite like it.
I'm not at the bottom, I'm not at the top.
So this is the stair where I always stop.

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Head, Shoulders, knees and Toes
Head, shoulders, knees and toes
knees and toes

Head shoulders, knees and toes
knees and toes

And eyes and ears and mouth
and nose.

Head shoulders, knees and
toes, knees and toes!

(this is a good rhyme to teach your child the names of body parts and if you both do the actions as you sing along it is a fun way to get them active!) :o )

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Horsey Horsey
Horsey, horsey don't you stop
just let your feet go clippety clop,
your tail goes swish
and the wheels go round,
giddy up, we're homeward bound!

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How The Dog Lost His Bone
One day the dog was nosing about the farm. He liked to poke his nose into everything, sniffing around here and there. He sniffed in the barn, he sniffed in the shed, he sniffed in the bedroom, and he sniffed in the kitchen.....mmmmmm......He could smell dinner!

"Are you in here again?" asked the cook. "Get out of my kitchen!" But the dog just sat on the floor and panted happily. "I can't make dinner while you're around?" said the cook. The dog just barked.

Finally, the cook gave the dog a bone, and pushed him out of the kitchen.

There was a hill not far from the house that would be the perfect place to bury the bone. So, off the dog trotted down the road.

He came to the bridge, and happened to look down into the stream. What did he see, but another dog staring back at him? GGrrrrrrrrrr.......said the dog, holding onto his bone tightly.

Now, you and I know it was just his shadow, but he thought it was another dog and this dog had a bone even bigger than his own bone!

"Give me that bone!" the dog barked, jumping into the stream. But as soon as he had opened his mouth to bark at the other dog, his own bone fell from his mouth and dropped into the stream, where it was quickly washed away.

It took some time for the dog to notice that his treasure was gone, because he was so busy barking at the other dog.

Eventually, it began to dawn on him that he was not coming any closer to winning. So he climbed back up on shore and shook himself off. When he realised his bone was gone, he climbed back on the bridge, and looked down at the other dog. The other dog's bone was gone as well?

He trotted back to the farm house to get another bone, but the cook had locked the door, and ignored his howls to come in.

Oh well, thought the dog, sometimes, it is better to be satisfied with what you have, and not to chase after shadows!

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I'm Hiding
I'm hiding, I'm hiding
They don't know where to find me
Mommy says he's in the pot
Daddy says oh no he's not
Maybe he's behind a chair
They take a look but I'm not there
I'm not there, I'm not there
They don't know where to find me
I'm hiding, I'm hiding
They don't know where to find me
They try the closet they try the hall
But little old me's not there at all
Daddy says we gotta think
Shh, says Mom, he's in the sink
But I'm not there, I'm not there
They don't know where to find me
Daddy scratches his head
Mommy looks under the bed
Then they open the drawer
But I don't know what for
Under the rug, behind the couch
Boy they nearly got me, ouch
That was close
I wonder if they saw me
I'm hiding, I'm hiding
They don't know where to find me
No one can find me, no one, no one, no one can
Oh boy,surprise!
They got me

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Incy Wincy Spider
Incy Wincy Spider
Climed up the water spout;
Down came the rain
and washed the spider out.
Out came the sunshine
and dried up all the rain;
So Incy Wincery spider
climed up the spout again!

(Do the actions to this rhyme with your child - it'll soon become one of their favourites) :o )

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Little Robin Redbreast
Little Robin Redbreast
Sat upon a rail.
Niddle, naddle went his head;
Wiggle, waggle went his tail.

Little Robin Redbreast sat upon a tree,
Up went pussy cat, and down went he!
Down came pussy, and away Robin ran;
Says little Robin Redbreast, "Catch me if you can!"

Little Robin Redbreast jumped upon a wall,
Pussy cat jumped after him, and almost got a fall!
Little Robin chirped and sang, and what did pussy say?
Pussy cat said, "Mew," and Robin jumped away.

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Mary Had A Little Lamb
Mary had a little lamb,
Its fleece was white as snow.
And everywhere that Mary went,
The lamb was sure to go.

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My Dog Likes to Disco by Kenn Nesbitt
My doggy likes to disco dance.
He boogies every night.
He dances in his doghouse
till the early morning light.

The other dogs come running
when they hear my doggy swing.
A few will bring their play instruments.
The others dance and sing.

They pair off with their partners
as their tails begin to wag.
They love to do the bunny hop,
the fox trot and the jazz.

You'll see the doghouse rockin'
as a hundred dogs or more
all trip the light fantastic
on the doghouse dance floor.

As last, at dawn, they exit
in the early morning breeze,
and stop to sniff the fire hydrants,
the bushes, lawns and trees.

I just don't understand it
for although it looks like fun.
I can't see how they fit inside
that doghouse built for one!

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My Magic Hat Is Marvellous By Kenn Nesbitt
My magic hat is marvellous.
It's round and rather red.
it looks just like a baseball cap
and sits atop my head.

The things it does are magical;
It helps to keep me warm,
and keep my head from getting wet
whenever there's a storm.

It's magic how it shades my eyes
and holds my hair in place.
And if I wear it backwards,
it reveals my smiling face.

It's magically adjustable;
just pull the little strap.
And yet it looks exactly
like a normal baseball cap.

It's powers are mysterious.
You simply have to see.
i'll gladly let you take a look
for just a twenty dollar fee.

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Papa Forgot
One night Harry’s Mummy and Daddy went out.
Papa came to take care of Harry.

Papa is Harry’s Daddy’s Daddy.

“Now don’t forget,”
said Harry’s Mummy,
“Harry’s food is in the fridge,
his slippers are under the bed,
and his paints are in the cupboard.”
“Don’t worry,” said Papa,
“I won’t forget.”

“And don’t forget,”
said Harry’s Daddy,
“Harry’s bathtime is at six o’clock,
and his bedtime is at seven o’clock.”
“Don’t worry,” said Papa,
“I won’t forget.”

Harry and Papa waved goodbye.
Then Harry ate a tasty supper of
fish fingers, broccoli and ice-cream.

But Papa forgot…

…to put on Harry’s bib.

Then Harry went into his bedroom and bounced
on the bed.

But Papa forgot…

…to take off Harry’s shoes.

Then Harry painted a lovely picture.

But Papa forgot...

...to put on Harry’s smock.

The clock struck six. Bathtime. But Papa forgot…

...to squeeze the bubble bath just once.

The clock struck seven. Bedtime.

But Papa forgot…

...to put Harry to bed.

Papa and Harry built a castle instead.

The clock struck eight. Papa and Harry went outside
and looked at the moon and the stars.

The clock struck nine. Papa put on a
record and they danced.

The clock struck ten. “What shall we do now?” asked Papa.
But Harry didn’t say anything.

He was fast asleep!

Papa put Harry into his bed with Big Bear and
Baby Bear, and he DIDN’T forget to tuck them all in.

Just then Harry’s Mummy and Daddy came home.
“Ssshh!” said Papa. “Harry is asleep.”

“Did you have fun?” whispered Harry’s Mummy.
“Yes,” said Papa.
“Was Harry a good boy?” asked Harry’s Daddy.
“Oh yes,” said Papa, “the very best.”
“Did you remember everything?” asked Harry’s Mummy.
“But of course!” said Papa.
“Papas never forget.”

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Puss in Boots
There was once a miller who had three sons. When he died, he left his mill to the eldest son, his cottage to his middle son and only his pet cat to his youngest son, William.

William went and sat under a tree, feeling very miserable and sorry for himself. “What will become of us, Puss?” he moaned.

To William’s utter amazement, Puss answered him.
“Don’t worry master,” said the cat. “Just do what I say and you will be far richer than either of your brothers!”

Puss told William to get a fine suit of clothes, a pair of soft leather boots and a strong canvas sack. Then he caught a huge rabbit, put it in the sack, and took it to the palace.

No one there had ever seen a talking cat before, so he was granted an immediate audience with the king.

“Your Majesty,” said Puss, “this fine rabbit is a gift from my master, the Marquis of Carabas.”

The king had never heard of the Marquis of Carabas, but he was too embarrassed to admit this.
“Please thank the Marquis,” he said to Puss, “and give him my regards.”

The next day, Puss caught some plump partridges and once more he took them to the king, with the same message: “These are from my master.”

For several months, Puss went on bringing the king fine gifts.

One day, he heard that the king would be riding along the river bank that afternoon with the princess.
“Master,” said Puss,” you must go swimming in the river today.”
“Why?” asked William.
“Just do as I say, and you will see,” answered Puss.

While William was swimming, Puss hid all his clothes. Then, when he saw the king’s carriage approaching, he ran up to it shouting for help.
“Help!” cried Puss. “Robbers have stolen my master’s clothes!”
When the king recognised the cat, he immediately called to his chief steward and ordered him to bring a fine new suit from the palace.

“It must be of the finest cut,” said the king, “and made from the softest cloth, do you hear! Only the best will do for the Marquis of Carabas!”

Once he was dressed in his fine new suit, William looked quite handsome.
The princess invited him to join her and her father in the carriage.
As William and the princess sat side by side, they began to fall in love.

Meanwhile, Puss ran ahead until he came to a meadow where he saw some men mowing.
“The king’s carriage is coming,” Puss told them. “When he asks whose meadow this is, say it belongs to the Marquis of Carabas – or you will have your heads cut off!”
The mowers didn’t dare to disobey.

When the royal carriage came by, the king asked who the meadow belonged to. The mowers quickly replied, “The Marquis or Carabas.”
“I can see that you are very well off indeed,” the king said to William, who blushed modestly. That made the princess love him even more!

Down the road, Puss came to a field where men were harvesting corn.
“When the king asks you whose corn this is,” Puss told them, “say it belongs to the Marquis of Carabas- or you will have your heads cut off!”
The harvesters didn’t dare to disobey.

Next, Puss came to an enormous castle which he knew belonged to a fierce ogre. Still he bravely knocked on the door.

When the ogre let him in, Puss bowed low and said, “I have heard that you have wondrous powers, and can change yourself into anything, even a lion or an elephant.”
“That is true,” said the ogre. And to prove it, he changed himself into a snarling, growling lion.
Puss was terrified and leapt up onto a cupboard. Then the ogre changed back again.

“That was amazing,” Puss remarked. “But surely it cannot be too difficult for someone of your size to change into a creature as big as a lion. If you were truly the magician they say you are, you could turn into something tiny, like a mouse.”
“Of course I can do that!” bellowed the ogre. In an instant he became a little brown mouse scurrying across the floor.
Quick as a flash, Puss leapt off the cupboard, pounced on the mouse and ate it in one big gulp!

Soon, Puss heard the king’s carriage drawing near and rushed outside. As it approached, he bowed low and said, “Welcome, Your Majesty, to the home of the Marquis of Carabas.”

The king was very impressed indeed. “May we come in?” he asked William.
“Of course, Your Majesty,” replied William, a little confused.

As they walked through the castle, the king was delighted to see treasures of great value everywhere he looked. He was so pleased that he said to William, “You are the perfect husband for my daughter.”

William and the princess were very happy and later that day they were married. They lived in the ogre’s castle happily ever after. Puss, of course, lived with them, though he never chased mice again!

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Queenie The Bantam Typed Out For Us By Johnny Riley (aged 11)
“Look!” said Caitlin’s dad.
“What is it?” asked Caitlin’s mum.
“It’s a hen in the lake,” replied dad, and he did not hesitate.
Off came his shoes, off came his socks, off came his hat and off came Caitlin!
Caitlin’s dad knew that the hen was in trouble. Big trouble!
“She’s a bantam” said Mum. “Wrap her up warm,” said Dad.
“What’s your name, then? Hatty? Tessa? Molly?” said Mum. “No, Queenie! I think you’re a Queenie!”
That might have been the end of the story … but it wasn`t!
Queenie was soon very much at home in Bruno`s basket. And, in time, Queenie saw Caitlin’s first steps – one, two, three. Queenie had become one of the family. But Caitlin’s Mum knew that Queenie had a home of her own.
“I think she lives on the farm over the hill from the lake,” said Mum.
So they all set off to the farm. Mum was right. This was Queenie’s home. That might have been the end of the story but it wasn’t!
The next morning Queenie got up before the sun. She flew over the fence, ran along the path and past the churchyard. She went around the lake and through the woods … over the road, across the park … and down the street to Caitlin’s house.
And in Bruno’s basket she laid a single, perfect egg. It was Caitlin who found the egg the next morning and the next and the next - every morning Queenie made the long journey to lay her egg. Only once did they spy on Queenie laying her egg, and never again.
”It didn’t seem right,” said Mum. “It seemed…”
“Private,” said Dad.
And so the weeks turned to months. There were changes in Caitlin’s house. There was a new baby! The story might have ended right there … but it didn’t!
After the new baby came home, Caitlin forgot to collect Queenie’s eggs. Bruno reclaimed his basked and Queenie never returned. Bruno hatched the eggs … CHICKS!
“Those chicks need their mother,” said Mum.
So they all went back to the farm.
“There’s Queenie!” said Caitlin.
Caitlin’s Mum and Dad and the new baby came home with bread and milk and cheese. And quess what Caitlin brought home – a chick!
Bruno made room for yet another addition to the family!
One day the chick will be fully grown and will see Caitlin’s brother take his first steps.

But that’s another story.

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Row, Row, Row your boat
Row, row, row your boat
gently down the stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is but a dream

Rock, rock rock your boat
gently down the Nile
If you see a crocodile
Don't forget to smile :o )

Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
If you see a crocodile
Don't forget to ... SCREAM!!!

(Sit on the floor facing your child, hold hands and rock backwards and forwards as you sing "row, row, row your boat.." but don't foget to sream as load as you can when you see the crocodile!) :o )

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Teddy bear, Teddy bear
Teddy bear, Teddy bear,
Touch the ground

Teddy bear, Teddy bear,
Turn around

Teddy bear, Teddy bear,
Show your shoe

Teddy bear, Teddy bear,
That will do

Teddy bear, Teddy bear,
Run up stairs

Teddy bear, Teddy bear
Say your prayers

Teddy bear, Teddy bear
Blow out the light

Teddy bear, Teddy bear
Say good night!

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The Lonely Starfish
In a sheltered pool of water, amidst the rocks at the ocean's edge, there lived a little starfish named Stanley. The water was always warm and salty where Stanley lived and his home made him very happy.

During the day, Stanley played in sand that glittered and sparkled in the warm sunshine. At night, after the sun slipped over the horizon, Stanley would snuggle up next to his favourite rock and fall fast asleep.

Then one day, Stanley noticed that although his home was cozy, there was aomething missing.

It was quiet, too quiet.

There was never anyone to talk to. There was never anyone to play with. The starfish realised he was lonely.

Stanley though about this all day long. When the sun slipped away that night he was lonlier than he had ever been before.

He moved over to his favourite rock and tried to snuggled down to sleep, but for some reason the rock now seemed to hard and too cold.

"If i just have someone to talk to," Stanley said to himself. "Then, I wouldn't be so lonely."

Stanley looked up and began to watch the night sky. One by one, bright, twinkling stars appeared, bringing soft to the darkness.

Stanly had never seen the stars before. He was usually sound asleep before the moon laid it path across the water. This new sight was amazing.

"That's it!" Stanley said, sitting straight up.

Why, I don;t belong in this little pool at all. No wonder I am so lonely, i must be a star that fell out of the sky!"

"But how will i ever get back up there?"

He could see the path the moon spread across the great ocean, and he deided that it must be the path back to the sky. He would just have to find a wa to that path.

All night long Stanley lay awake, wondering how he could get to that bright moon path. Stanley had never left his cozy little home. Finally he decided that he would somehow have to go out into the great ocean to find the path to the stars in the sky.

When the tode came in the next day. Stanley inched his way into the swirling water. The great waves quickly rushed him out into the great ocean.

Stanley rolled and tumbled this way and that in the mighty waves, and the trip nearly took his breath away. Finally, the swirling and turning stopped and Stanley drifted slowly down to the ocean floor.

Here the water was not nice and warm like his pool. It was dark and cold and mysterious.

Just then a school of fish surrounded him. Stanley thought that would be a good time to ask about the moon's path. But the fish simply ignored him and his questions and swam away.

An old sea horse watching from nearby bgan to chuckle.

"Silly little starfish!" he laughed.

"The fish learn in school never to talk to srangers. But if you want to know about the moon's path, I will tell you this, you will only find it at night."

This disappointed Stanley, but he knew it must be true, because he had never seen the moon's path during the day. Stanley decide to settle down in the sand and wait for night to come. He could use a nap after his sleepless night.

It seemed to Stanley that he had only just dozed off when he heard a strange noise that sounded very much like somebody shouting WAKE UP!

Stanley opened his eyes. A huge hungry monster was swimming right toward him, licking his lips and grinning. Quickly Stanley ducked into a big dark space under a rock and huddled there, shaking with fright.

When a voice spoke from behind him, he was so startled that he jumped straight up and bumped his head on the rock.

"It's okay now!, Calm down," the voice said.
"That big puffer fish must have really scared you! Golly, don;t you know a starfish should never nap in the open like that? You were awfully lucky you know! You almost ended up as that big fish's dinner!"

Stanley turned toward the voice and found himself face to face with a pretty starfish.

"Oh, thank you for saving my life," Stanley gasped. "I had no idea it could be so dangerous out here!"

And then Stanley bliked as he looked at the other little starfish. "But who are you? What's your name? Did you fall from the sky too?" Stanley asked excitedly. "maybe we can find our way back together!"

The new little starfish giggled, "My name is Marcie. Fall from the sky! What in the world are you talking about?"

So Stanley introduced himself to Marcie and explained how lonley his little pool was in the rocks with no one around to talk to or play with. He told her how he had seen the sky so full of stars and was looking for the moon's path to lead him up to his twinkling family in the sky.

"Oh Stanley!" Marcie giggled. "You don't belong int he sky! You're a starfish, just like me! Starfish belong in the water! Anyway, i'm afraid the moon's path would never lead you to the sky. The seahorse told me it's just a reflection of the moon on the water."

Stanley looked sadly at Marcie. "Then I guess I should go back home," he said, "but it was so lonley there."

Then Stanley began to tell his new friend about his quiet, safe home, the warm sun, the glittering sand and his favourite rock.

"That sounds wonderful!" exclaimed Marcie. "But why ever did you leave it? The ocean is full of so many dangers, and the sun hardly ever reaches the deep waters."

"You're right," sighed Stanley. "I don;t really want to stay out here it's too cold and dangerous. It's just that I was so very lonely back there by myself."

"I have a wonderful idea!" said Marcie. If you like, i'll go back to the rocks by the shore with you. I will stay and be your friend for always. We can talk and play togethre, and you will never be lonely again!"

"Will you? Really? I would like that a lot Marcie!" Stanley exclaimed happily. "We'll be best friends! But it's going to be high tide soon, so we had better hurry up if you want to get home!"

So together, Marcie and Stanley moved along toward the ocean's bottom, to where the swirling waters of the tide could carry them closer to shore.

They stayed very close together so that in the rough waters they wouldn't lose each other, and soon they tumbled safely back into Stanley's sheltered little pool amidst the rocks at the waters edge.

Stanley proudly showed Marcie around his cozy little home. Then, as the sun slipped over the horizon and the stars above began to fill the sky with twinkling brightness, Stanley and Marcie snuggled up to Stanley's favourite rock and they both fell fast asleep.

Goodnight Stars!
Goodnight Starfish!

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The Man In The Moon
The man in the moon
Looked out of the moon,
And this is what he said,
'Tis time that, now i'm getting up,
All babies went to bed.

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The Owl and The Pussy Cat by Edward Lear
The Owl and the Pussy Cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat,
They took some honey, and plenty of money
Wrapped up in a five pund note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
O lovely Pussy, o Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
What a beautiful pussy you are!

Pussy said to Owl, You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
O let us be married! too long we have tarried
But what shall we do for a ring?
They saied away for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-tree grows
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood
With a ring at the end of his nose
His nose!
With a ring at the end of his nose.

Dear Pig are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring? Said the piggy, I will
So they took it away and were married next day
By the turkey who lives on the hill
They dined on mince and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcibile spoon;
And hand in hand,on the edge of the sand,
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon
The danced by the light of the moon!

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The Prince Who Wrote a Letter
Once, there were two kings. They lived in two castles on opposite sides of a valley.
On one side was the castle of kind King Clifford.
On the other side the castle of good King Rudolf.

In one of the castles lived a prince whose name was Paul.
One day, he went to school for the very first time.
When he came home, his father King Clifford said:
“What did you do in school today?”
“I had to write a letter,” Prince Paul replied.
The King was amazed.
“You wrote a letter!?” he exclaimed.
“On your very first day at school!?”
The King hurried to tell the Queen.
“The Prince wrote a letter in school today!” said the King.
The Queen was very pleased….
“To whom did he write, dear?” she asked.
“I don’t know, Dear,” replied the King. “I forgot to ask. But I expect he wrote to his very best friend, Prince Peter.”
Prince Peter lived in the castle on the opposite side of the valley.
The Queen hurried off to tell the Queen Mother…

The Queen Mother was most surprised.
“What did he write in the letter?” she asked.
“I do not know,” replied the Queen. “But I am sure he must have written something very nice!”
“Of course,” agreed the Queen Mother. “Prince Paul would only write a nice, sensible letter. Not like some people, who might write a silly letter.”
“Yes,” said the Queen. “Some people might write:
‘Dear Prince Peter, I hope your father, King Rudolf, is keeping well, because I think he’s getting much too fat!’”
The Queen Mother laughed. She knew the Queen was only joking, but secretly she also thought that King Rudolf was getting too fat. The Queen Mother was no spring chicken herself.

The Queen Mother’s maid overheard the conversation. She knew it was rude to eavesdrop, so she only listened with one ear, and she did not hear exactly what had been said. She couldn’t wait to tell her friend, the castle cook.
“Mabel! Mabel!” she called, as she ran down the stairs to the kitchen. “You’ll never believe what has happened!”
The maid repeated the conversation she thought she had heard.
“Prince Paul has written a letter to his friend, Prince Peter. He has told him that he thinks King Rudolf is a fat old thing.”
The castle cook was most alarmed.
“Oh!” she cried. “What a rude boy! When King Rudolf hears about the letter, he will become very angry.”
She hurried off to tell her husband, one of King Clifford’s soldiers.
“Prince Paul has been very rude about King Rudolf from the next kingdom,” the cook called to her husband. “King Rudolf is sure to be very angry. He will send his men to seize our Prince and lock him up in the dungeon.”

The soldier looked worried and ran to tell his captain. The captain immediately called out the guard.
“Men! That ruffian, King Rudolf, is sending troops to seize Prince Paul and lock him in the dungeon.”
The guards mounted the battlements of the castle, armed with their muskets.

How fierce they looked! They stared across the valley, looking for any movement that might mean the start of war.

Meanwhile, across the valley in the other castle, good King Rudolf, unaware of what was going on, was eating a particularly tasty kipper for his afternoon snack.
“Yum, yum,” he said. “These kippers are very tasty. I think I’ll send one to my very best friend, King Clifford.”

He called for the royal messenger.

The messenger set off for King Clifford’s castle, carefully carrying a particularly tasty kipper.
As he approached the castle, he suddenly saw the battlements crammed with soldiers, their muskets pointing across the valley.
“Thundering cannon balls!” he cried. “I must warn the castle guards.”
He turned his horse and galloped back the way he had come.
When he arrived back at King Rudolf’s castle, he shouted to the captain:
“That cowardly custard King Clifford, is about to attack. Call out the guard!”
As fast as they could, the soldiers mounted the battlements, muskets at the ready, waiting for the first sign of battle.

The soldiers of King Clifford, muskets at the ready, stared across the valley from their battlements to the castle of King Rudolf.
The soldiers of King Rudolf, muskets at the ready, stared back across the valley from their battlements to the castle of King Clifford.
Both waited for the other side to make the first move. They stood bravely all through the night.

The next morning, Prince Paul woke early. After breakfast, as it was not quite time for school, he decided to go and talk to Jim, who was the son of the cook. They were good friends.
As he reached the kitchen, some soldiers who had spent all night on the battlements were having their breakfast. They looked cold and miserable.
“Good morning, Jin,” said the Prince.
“Good morning, Prince Paul,” said Jim. “I hear that you have been to school and that you have written a letter.”
“Yes,” replied the Prince. “It was a very difficult letter to write.”
“I can believe that,” said Jim.
“It has caused a terrible fuss in the castle. Everyone is talking about it, but no one will tell me what you wrote.”
Prince Paul looked rather surprised.
“Oh,” he said. “I wonder why? I have to go to school now, Jim. Goodbye.”
The Prince made his way to the door. “Before you go,” begged Jim, “please tell me what you wrote.”
“Well,” said Prince Paul proudly.
“Yesterday I wrote the letter ‘a’. And today I am going to learn how to write the letter ‘b’.”
“A letter ‘a’?” echoed Jim. His jaw dropped open and he began to laugh.

The secret of the letter began to spread like wildfire across the valley. The mountains shook to the laughter of the peaceful people in the two kingdoms. Nobody could explain how they had come so close to war.

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The Ugly Duckling Song
There once was an ugly duckling
With feathers all stubby and brown
And the other birds said in so many words said
Get out of town
Get out, get out, get out of town
And he went with a quack and a waddle and a quack
In a flurry of eiderdown
That poor little ugly duckling
Went wandering far and near
But at every place they said to his face
Now get out, get out, get out of here
And he went with a quack and a waddle and a quack
And a very unhappy tear
All through the wintertime he hid himself away
Ashamed to show his face, afraid of what others might say
All through the winter in his lonely clump of wheat
Till a flock of swans spied him there and very soon agreed
You’re a very fine swan indeed!
A swan? Me a swan? Ah, go on!
And he said yes, you’re a swan
Take a look at yourself in the lake and you’ll see
And he looked, and he saw, and he said
I am a swan! Wheeeeeeee!
I’m not such an ugly duckling
No feathers all stubby and brown
For in fact these birds in so many words said
The best in town, the best, the best
The best in town
Not a quack, not a quack, not a waddle or a quack
But a glide and a whistle and a snowy white back
And a head so noble and high
Say who’s an ugly duckling?
Not I!
Not I!

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The Wheels on the Bus
1.The Wheels on the bus go round and round,round and round, round and round. The wheels on the bus go round and round all day long

2. The driver on the bus says move along please...

3. The babies on the bus go waa, waa, waa ...

4. The children on the bus bounce up and down ...

5 The mummies on the bus go chatter, chatter, chatter ...

6. The daddies on the bus go stop that noise ....

All Day Long!

(Do the actions with your child as you sing the song together!)

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Toad Builds A Road
Toad makes a road

Toad hops happily.
She has a new house on the hill.
“My new house is best,” she boasts.
Toad waits and waits for the truck to bring her things.
Time ticks on….
She’s out of luck.
Where is that truck?
Is the truck stuck?
Toad hops down the hill.
She’s in luck.
There’s the truck.
“I can’t get up the hill. The load will spill”.
There’s no track for the truck.
So, Toad brings her things up the hill.
Toad is tired.
With one last hop she flops into bed….
Next day, Toad eats toast.
“Today is my party!”
But only Billy the goat comes up the hill.
“It’s far too steep, except for me or a sheep.”
“What you need is a road, Toad”
“If I need a road, then I will build a road!” says Toad.
“But toads can’t make roads,” says Billy. “That’s silly.”
“Wait and see!” says Toad.
Toad clears a track.
She then lays black sticky tar.
She steam rollers it flat.
Toad’s road is ready.
Now toads in luck.
Here comes the truck!

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Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.
Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are.

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When Saying Goodnight
When you're all tired and sleepy
And cosily cuddled up tight
Love is the very last cuddle and kiss
That helps you sleep safe through the night

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