Do you have a kite?
I hope you have a good one.
One that can reach good height,
One so loveable, you can call it your son.
We have one, rainbow colored and uneven.
Ours, we can't really believe in.
But wait! That doesn't mean we can't take it flying!
So my sister doesn’t start crying.
We go to this good park,
That's high up on a hill.
It makes our kite go in an arc,
Watching our kite fly, it gives me quite a thrill.
Even though our kite doesn't fly well,
It doesn’t deserve to go to hell.
Ok, what in the world should I say?
I used up so, so many skeins!
I love the art of crochet,
I use black and white, ‘cause my mom thinks color’s a pain.
I make many projects,
Some mittens, some scarves.
Some black and white flecked,
I crochet and crochet, ‘till I almost starve.
And of course, I need help,
I can't do it all.
I need help sewing the ends, a prick, and I yelp.
And I also need help rolling the extras into a ball.
And in the end, if we work together,
My mom concludes, “All these will last us through this winter!”
钩针艺术
好吧，我该说啥？
我用完了这么多绞线！
钩针艺术是我最爱，
我用黑白，因为妈妈觉得色彩太乱。
我钩了很多玩意儿，
一些手套，一些围巾。
一些有黑白斑点儿，
我钩啊，钩啊，直到我精疲力尽。
当然，我需要帮助，
我还不能全部自己来干，
缝制末端，针一扎，我就喊。
而且我还需要帮助把剩余的线卷一卷。
最后，如果我们一起弄，
妈妈总结道：“这么多成品能足足过冬！”
You have so many different types of dogs,
A stunning one hundred and one in all,
They lived in odd places, some liked bogs,
Before you came along, and made them your pals.
They sleep in their dog beds,
And jump in great bounds.
Cock a furry cute head,
And play all around!
But one day you thought,
You had one hundred dogs too many.
You should return them to where they were bought,
“Sure,” said your dad, “If you want, Danny.”
But then you decided, “Wait, I'll give them to my friends!
After all, they live just around the bend.”
I woke up fresh,
In a morn’ anew.
Ate with relish,
But spat out cream milk with an “Ew.”
“Today I’m going, summer camp ahoy!”
The camp was hosted in a tent!
I saw a scared-looking boy.
I bet if I asked, he would have given me a cent.
We were friends in an instant,
The six year old and I.
My feet gave a giddy dance,
As I said the one word, “Hi.”
The boy and I were best friends.
Together in the camp, till the very end.
夏令营的朋友
我醒来很新鲜，
在一个新的早晨。
正吃得有滋味，
一声“Ew”，吐出全脂牛奶。
“今天我要去，夏令营啊！”
营地是一个帐篷哇！
我一眼看到一个好像有点害怕的男孩。
我敢打赌，如果我问，他会交出一分钱。
我俩当即成为朋友，弹指之间，
我和那个六岁的小孩 。
我的脚轻佻地舞蹈，
当我说出那一个字，“嗨。”
这个男孩和我是最好的朋友。
一起在夏令营里，直到最后。
Today is 102 degrees Fahrenheit, and very sunny,
And to those of you who are reading, it might be funny.
But to dear Lacy Game, it was not.
The poor girl was hot, hot, and hot!
She lay on the grass, on the lawn,
Staring at the sky, the beautiful dawn.
What she would give for a cold ice-cream,
But then she had a dream that made her beam…
She was soaring through clouds made of the color green,
And the sun was the color of a freshly-baked bean.
The world was inverted and that was that,
And she wore a sunny, yellow hat.
So the key to surviving on a very hot, sunny day?
Have a nice dream, it doesn’t pay!