19/12/2016 0 Comments Poem "Clap your hands" by Pam Gidney'Source: Anthology of Poem for Year 4,5 and 6 Clap your hands 'Clap your 'hands A'bove your 'head 'Wake up, 'wake up, 'Sleepy 'head 'Clap your 'hands Be'hind your 'back 'Make a 'click And 'then a 'clack. 'Clap your 'hands From 'side to 'side 'Hold your 'arms out 'Very 'wide. 'Clap hand 'fast 'With your best 'friend 'Now our 'game Is 'at an 'end. Pam Gidney
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Year: Year 4 Source: Anthology of Poems for Year 4,5 and 6 Materials for activities: 1. The DOs and DON’Ts in the playground (click to download). 2. Playground equipments (click to download). 3. Picture cards 5/6/2016 0 Comments Short Story - The Cracked Pot Once upon a time there was a water-bearer in India who had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master’s house, the cracked pot arrived only half full. For a full two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pot full of water in his master’s house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do. After two years of what it perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water-bearer one day by the stream. “I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to you.” “Why?” asked the bearer. “What are you ashamed of ?” “I have been able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master’s house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work and you don’t get full value from your efforts, the pot said. The water-bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, “As we return to the master’s house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path.” Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it some. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure. The bearer said to the pot, “Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of your path, but not on the other pot’s side? That’s because have always known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you’ve watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master’s table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house.” Each of us has our own unique flaw. But it’s the cracks and flaws we each have that make our lives together so very interesting and warding. You’ve just got to take each person for what they are and look for the good in them. 2/6/2016 0 Comments Song - Walking in the jungleLyrics:
Let's take a walk in the jungle. Walking in the jungle. Walking in the jungle. We're not afraid. We're not afraid. Walking in the jungle. Walking in the jungle. We're not afraid. We're not afraid. One step. Two steps. Three steps forward. One step. Two steps. Three steps back. Stop. Listen. What's that? It's a frog! We're not afraid! Let's stomp. Stomping in the jungle. Stomping in the jungle. We're not afraid. We're not afraid. Stomping in the jungle. Stomping in the jungle. We're not afraid. We're not afraid. One step. Two steps. Three steps forward. One step. Two steps. Three steps back. Stop. Listen. What's that? It's a monkey! We're not afraid! Let's jump. Jumping in the jungle. Jumping in the jungle. We're not afraid. We're not afraid. Jumping in the jungle. Jumping in the jungle. We're not afraid. We're not afraid. One step. Two steps. Three steps forward. One step. Two steps. Three steps back. Stop. Listen. What's that? It's a toucan! We're not afraid! Let's skip. Skipping in the jungle. Skipping in the jungle. We're not afraid. We're not afraid. Skipping in the jungle. Skipping in the jungle. We're not afraid. We're not afraid. One step. Two steps. Three steps forward. One step. Two steps. Three steps back. Stop. Listen. What's that? It's a tiger! RUN! by Super Simple Songs 18/5/2016 0 Comments The Elves and the ShoemakerOnce upon a time, there was a poor shoemaker who had no money to buy food for himself and his wife. When he looked round his shop, he found that all he had was just enough leather to make one pair of shoes. As he carefully cut out the shoes, he wondered sadly if anyone would ever come along to buy them. Then, he laid the leather on his workbench and went upstairs to bed. The next morning, when the shoemaker went to his workbench, he couldn’t believe his eyes. Instead of the leather that he had cut out the night before, he saw a pair of fine shoes, already made. The shoemaker looked carefully at the shoes. The stiches were small and even and the shoes had been polished until they shone. He was very puzzled and showed them to his wife. “Who could have made the shoes so perfectly?” Later the day, a rich woman came into the shop. When the shoemaker showed her the pair of shoes that he had found on the workbench, the rich woman smiled. “These are very fine shoes,” she said. She tried the shoes on. “They fit perfectly. I’ll give you five pieces of silver for them. Now, the shoemaker had enough money to buy some food. He could also buy enough leather for two pairs of shoes. As before, he cut out the leather and went to bed. Once again, the same thing happened. When the shoemaker went to his workbench next day, there were two pairs of fine shoes waiting for him. They were polished until it glowed in the sunlight and the stiches were small and even. That afternoon, a rich merchant came into the shop. He liked the shoes so much that he bought both pairs. He paid the shoemaker well for them. The same thing happened night after night. Day after day, rich people came to buy the shoes. Soon, the shoemaker and his wife were rich too. One evening, not long before Christmas, the shoemaker said to his wife, “Someone has been helping us all this time, sewing the shoes so beautifully. We still don’t know who it is. How can we find out?” “Well. Why don’t we stay up tonight and watch?” After dinner, they lit a candle and went into the shop. They hid behind the counter and waited to see what would happen. At last, the door opened and in ran two tiny little elves, dressed in rags. They went straight to the workbench, picked up the leather lying there and set to work. They sewed and hammered until all the shoes were finished. Then, they polished the shoes until they shone in the moonlight. After that, they ran quickly away. The next morning, the shoemaker said to his wife, “Those elves have been working so hard for us. How could we repay them?” “I know. Why don’t we make them something warm to wear? Their clothes were thin and torn. I could start knitting them some new clothes and little caps. You can make them some shoes.” The shoemaker thought that was a very good idea. That evening, both of them started to make clothes, caps and shoes for the elves. By Christmas Eve, everything stood ready in a little pile. The shoemaker’s wife wrapped each present with some pretty paper and ribbons. Then, they put all the presents out on the workbench and hid behind the counter to wait for the elves. In the middle of the night, the elves dashed in, ready to start work. But, all they found there was the little pile of presents. The elves looked at each other in surprise. Then, they realised that the presents were for them, and they laughed and began to unwrap the packages. When they saw the clothes, they leapt with joy. They took off all their ragged clothes and put on their brand new outfits.Then, the elves skipped merrily out of door, singing. “La la la la la la, sing a happy song. La la la la la la, sing the whole day long.” That was the last the shoemaker and his wife saw of the two little elves. But, they never forgot the elves whose had helped them a lot. They were rich and happy for the rest of their lives. Adapted from: Jacob, & Grimm, W. (1993). Favourite tales: The elves and the shoemaker. Loughborough: Ladybird Books Ltd. 30/4/2016 0 Comments Drama script - Tacky the PenguinThe drama script is adapted from the story "Tacky the Penguin" by Helen Lester. Tacky was a weird penguin. He was ostracised by his friends. However, in the end, his differences enabled him to save his friends from the bad hunters. This drama script can use to teach children to respect and appreciate individual differences and help to deal with cases that children are discriminated by the classmates due to their appearances, socio-economic backgrounds, family backgrounds and ethnicity.
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