F Is the Fighting Firetruck

by Phyllis McGinley

F is the fighting Firetruck

That's painted a flaming red. When the signals blast It follows fast

When the chief flies on ahead.

And buses pull to the curbing

At the siren's furious cry, For early or late They have to wait

When the Firetruck flashes by.

To a Butterfly

by W. Wordsworth

I've watched you now a full half-hour,

Self-poised upon that yellow flower,

And, little butterfly! indeed

I know not if you sleep or feed.

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The Tide in the River

by Eleanor Farjeon

The tide in the river,

The tide in the river,

The tide in the river runs deep,

I saw a shiver

Pass over the river

As the tide turned in its sleep.

To my Grammatical Niece

by W. R. Spencer

The Nom'native Case which 1 study's — "A Niece"

Who is Genitive ever of kindness to me;

When I am sad, she's so Dative of comfort and peace,

That I scarce against fate can Accusative be!

О Friendship (this Vocative most I prefer),

Makes my case always Ablative — "by and with her".

Your Mother's a Verb from Anomaly free,

Though Indicative always of learning and sense,

In all of her moods she's Potential o'er me,

And the Perfect is still her invariable Tense!

Though Passive in temper, most Active in spirit,

And we are Deponents — who swear to her merit!

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