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Morning Verse  for School Year 2008/09 Semester 2
 
The sun is in my heart. He warms me with his power,
And wakens life and love In bird and beast and flower.
With joy I greet the morning sun
Who shines with love on every one
Who shines in the sky, on the land and sea,
And who fills me with light When he shines on me.
Good morning (afternoon) to you and Good morning (afternoon) to me.

>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Class 1
-- 2009 2/11 ~ 3/01 -- Language -- Grimm Story -- Chinese Story -- Chinese Horoscope -- Year of the ox
Story: 金牛星 
Once upon a time, people are very hungry. People are starving.
The Jade Emperor looks down and feels sad.
He orders 金牛星 to go down to Earth and tell the people:
- If you work hard, you can eat three days a week. 
But 金牛星 misunderstands and tells people: 
- The Jade Emperor says you can have three meals every day if you work hard. 
And the cow returns to the palace. The Jade Emperor is angry. 
- Cow, you are wrong. Now, you must go down to help people.
You must work hard. You must plant the grains.
So people can eat three meals a day, as you promised. 
Therefore the cow is punished and stays on Earth to help people.
Poem:
Ox and cow, Behold them now Behold what work they do.
Each gives their gifts to help mankind. Such selfless work they do.
The cow, placid and gentle, She chews the whole day through.
All day long she chews the cud, Working miracles for mankind’s good.
Ox and cow, Behold them now Behold what work they do.
Each gives their gifts to help mankind. Such selfless work they do.
The ox is a beast of burden, He toils the whole day through.
Pulling the plough as best he can; Bearing heavy loads for man.
Song: STTD 12
Come, little Sennerin, call all the cows in,
Put on your shoes for it's time to go milking.
First milk Damelin, Rosa, Fagelin.
Tu-tu-tu the horn calls, drive them home safely when night falls.
Tu-tu-tu the horn calls, drive them home safely when night falls.
Drawing:
ox, cow, buffalo, musk ox, bull
Game: Who has the ring?
Can you guess who has the ring, as we pass it on the string.
Move it left, move it right, always keep it out of sight.
 
-- 2009 3/02 ~ 3/22 -- Nature Gardening -- Peter Rabbit -- Mud
Poem 
When March Wind blows, 'Who-oo-oo-oo,'  
In a soft and gentle way,
He's saying, 'Take your snowsuit off,  
I'm blowing warm today.' 
Story: Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter
Once upon a time there were four little Rabbits, and their names were-- Flopsy, Mopsy, Cotton-tail, and Peter.
They lived with their Mother in a sand-bank, underneath the root of a very big fir-tree.
"Now, my dears," said old Mrs. Rabbit one morning, "you may go into the fields or down the lane, but don't go into Mr. McGregor's garden:
Your Father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor. Now run along, and don't get into mischief. I am going out."
Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail, who were good little bunnies, went down the lane to gather blackberries;
But Peter, who was very naughty, ran straight away to Mr. McGregor's garden, and squeezed under the gate!
First he ate some lettuces and some French beans;
and then he ate some radishes. But round the end of a cucumber frame…
Mr. McGregor! Mr. McGregor jumped up and ran after Peter.
Peter was frightened; he rushed all over the garden.
He lost his two shoes.
Mr. McGregor caught sight of him at the corner,
but Peter slipped underneath the gate,
and was safe at last in the wood outside the garden.
Poem: Our Night Visitor by C. Owen 
A bunny came to call last night. 
I did not see him – That is right. 
But he was there; here is how I know – 
He nibbled at my carrot row. 
 
-- 2009 3/23 ~ 4/19 -- Maths
Song:
Come, oh come, ye little gnomes,
Let us leave our mountain homes,
We’ll free the Flower Queen
And make a throne for her meadow green.
Take your hammer, take your sack,
Lift and take it on your back,
We’ll free the Flower Queen And make a throne on her meadow green.
Grammar Point:
I am Oliver. I am not Thibault. You are Vivian.
Who are you? I am Oliver.
Story The Selfish Giant by Oscar Wilde
Every afternoon, the children play in the Giant's garden.
It is a large lovely garden, with soft green grass.
Here and there stand beautiful flowers like stars,
and there are twelve peach-trees.
One day the Giant comes back.
He sees the children playing in the garden.
'What are you doing here? My garden is my garden.'
So he builds a high wall, and puts up a notice-board:
TRESPASSERS WILL BE PROSECUTED.
Then Spring comes, and all over the country
there are little blossoms and little birds.
Only in the garden of the Selfish Giant it is still Winter.
The birds do not sing. The trees do not blossom.
'Why is Spring so late?' says the Selfish Giant.
But the Spring never comes, nor the Summer and nor the Autumn.
So it is always Winter.
One morning the Giant is sleeping. He hears some lovely music.
It sounds sweet. He sees children in his park.
And Spring is here too. 
-- 2009 4/20 ~ 5/31 -- Nature --
Chant:
Will you come and walk with me,
Walk with me, walk with me?
Will you come and walk with me,
All around the room?
(skip, run, jump, fly, dance…)
    Story The three little butterflies
  Once upon a time, there were three little butterfly brothers, one white, one red, and one yellow.
They played in the sunshine. They dance among the flowers in the garden. They were so happy.
 One day, there comes a heavy rain and the butterflies are wet. They fly away home.
When they get there, they find the door is locked and the key is gone.
So they have to stay in the rain and they are wet, very wet.
  By and by, they fly to the red tulip. They say.
Beautiful tulip, will you open your flower-cup and let us in till the storm is over?
The tulip answers:
The red butterfly may enter, because he is like me, but the white and yellow may not come in.
The red butterfly says:
If my white and yellow brothers can not come in, then I will stay outside in the rain with them.
So the three butterflies fly away.
  By and by, they fly to the yellow daffodil. They say.
Beautiful daffodil, will you open your flower-cup and let us in till the storm is over?
The daffodil answers:
The yellow butterfly may enter, because he is like me, but the white and red may not come in.
The yellow butterfly says:
If my white and red brothers can not come in, then I will stay outside in the rain with them.
So the three butterflies fly away.
  By and by, they fly to the white lily. They say.
Beautiful lily, will you open your flower-cup and let us in till the storm is over?
The lily answers:
The white butterfly may enter, because he is like me, but the white and red may not come in.
The white butterfly says:
If my yellow and red brothers can not come in, then I will stay outside in the rain with them.
So the three butterflies fly away.
  But the sun, who is behind a cloud, can hear it, and he knows the butterflies are very good brothers.
So he pushes his face through the clouds, chases the rain away and shines in the garden.
He dries the wings of the three butterflies, and warms their bodies.
They stop to cry, and dance among the flowers. They fly away home and find mommy at the door.
-- 2009 6/01 ~ 6/21 -- Maths -- The Whitsun Daisy Flower
Story: The Little Seed
In the School, in the playground, a little seed is lying in the earth. She is waiting. One day, an ant passes by through the soil. This ant chatters and chatters. ‘What did you say?’ asks the little seed. The ant replies: 'What? Spring is coming, Spring is coming! Quick'
'Spring,' thinks the little seed. 'Can Spring really be coming?'
Just then her old friend the worm comes slowly by. 'Worm, is it true what the ant has told me? Spring is coming?' The worm thinks and replies. 'Yes, I think it must be true, because, yesterday, I am sure that the soil up above felt warmer than usual.' And he runs away.
The little seed is very excited. 'If Spring is coming, then I must start growing!' She begins to push a white root down into the earth, and at the same time she pushes upwards a delicate white shoot. She grows and grows until… oh dear, what is this? A big rock is in her way. The rock is as hard as iron and fixed firmly in the earth.
But as she is wondering what she should do, she feels a crack at the center of the stone. She slips the tip of her shoot and continues to grow. The shoot grows stronger and stronger. All of a sudden, there is a loud CRACK! The darkness falls away and the world is filled with light and warmth.
The plant has sprouted.
Story The Whitsun Daisy Flower
@Story
Once there lived a little white flower in the meadow.
Her name is ‘Daisy’. She wants to fly. She wants to run.
But she can not. Her roots grow into earth. They hold her there.
One day she hears singing:
@Song
I see skies of blue..... clouds of white
Bright blessed days....dark sacred nights
And I think to myself .....what a wonderful world.
@Story
The daisy raises her head and sees a bird / a white dove sitting on a branch above.
“Bird, bird!,” says the little daisy, ”How beautiful you are.
I am trapped here on the earth.
I have no legs. I have no legs to run with.
I have no wings. I have no wings to run with.
I have no friends. I have no friends to play with.
I have nothing to do in the world.”
“No. You are a flower. says the dove,
You are a child of Father Sun and Mother Earth,
You have to hold a gift, a golden treasure, a tiny flame from Father Sun.
You can share with the bees and butterflies. Wait for me.
I will fetch it for you. I will bring it to you.” The white dove flies into the sky.
@Story
Soon the dove returns.
He is carrying in his beak a tiny flame, a golden flame from Father Sun himself. The dove gently lays the tiny flame. Suddenly, the flower opens, shining, sparkling. There appears a heart of brightest gold among her petals. "Bees, bees! Butterflies, butterflies, Come to me! Come to me!".
@Game
Here is the beehive. Where are the bees ?
Hidden away where nobody sees.
Watch out and you will see them coming out... 1..2..3..4..5..
@Poem
At Whitsun, the flowers unfold, yellow, white and gold.
The wind blows ever round and round,
Sending us the fire, holy flame of fire.
@Song
Spirits of fire, come to us! We will kindle a fire!
We will kindle a fire, dance the magic circle round.