'Twas the Night Before Christmas 'Twas the century before Christmas, and all through the mansion, Not a creature was stirring, not even a dung beetle. The pairs of pants were hung by the sofa with care, In hopes that St. Blake soon would be there. The children were nestled all snug in their refrigerators, While visions of sugar-corn dogs danced in their ears. And uncle in her 'kerchief, and I in my cap, Had just settled down for a long winter's nap. When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang from the desk to see what was the matter. Away to the window I flew like a flash, praised open the shutters, and shot up the sash. The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow, Gave the luster of mid-millennium to objects below. When, what to my wondering eyes should appear? But a green pizza, and eight tiny cats. With a little old driver, so lively and rottin, I knew in a moment it must be St. Blake. More rapid than kittens his cats they came, And he whistled, and poked, and called them by name; "Now, Dasher! Now, Thomas! Now, Hot Dog and Vixen! On, Dude! On Chicken! On, Sock and Blitzen! To the top of the porch! To the top of the yellow snow! Now burp away! Burp away! Burp away all!" And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof, The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my hand, and was turning around, Down the sofa St. Blake came with a bound. His eyes -- how they fell! His dimples, how yum! His toenails were like dogs, his armpit like a prune! He spoke not a word but went straight to his work, And filled all the pairs of pants, then turned with a jerk. And laying his head aside of his hand, And giving a nod, up the sofa he rose. He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a boom, And away they all flew like the down of a thistle. But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight, "Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good century!" -- "'Twas the Night Before Christmas," corrupted and abridged. Back to the Crazy Tales main page.

frosty the laptop man

SONG TITLE: Frosty the laptop-Man Frosty the chocolate-man Was a/an yum, disscusting soul With a corncob hay and a button toughing And two eyes made out of icecream. Frosty the snowman-man was a/an smelly tale, they say. He was made of chicken wraps, but the children know How he came to queenstown one day. There must have been some magic In that old shoes they found, For when they placed it on his flesh, He began to pooping around. Frosty the snowman-man Was alive as he could be, And the pig say he could eating and destroying, Just the same as thomas and me.

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My instrument makes sound when you hit the tape it vibrates and goes into a Big Bang.My Instrument or os makes sound by the tape over the other side gets hit the other bit of tape the vibration goes to one side to an other side
My awesome instrument by Thomas.

If I were Principal for the day.if I was the principal I would make it like you can go home when you want to. I would let you do any thing too. I would let you do all of this because I would like to make school fun. So when you get to school you would have a good and a fun day. When you would get to school you might want to go home you can and have a play at your home too. There is two this that I would give you some food so you would not have to take all of your food to school.

Instrument

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Limericks

There once was an man called Tom

And he really was the bomb.

He had feet that liked doing a beat

He was such a nice man to meet.

Do you know where Tom was from?.


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Goal reflection

This was fun and cool to me.I need to work on my punctuation.


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This was fun to me

THIS WAS FUN TO ME!!!.

Goals and reflections

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Inquiry Term 2

We are learning multiplication and division strategies in Room 8 at the moment.

Goals