Halloween
Countdown
by Jack Prelutsky There are ten ghosts in the pantry, there are nine upon the stairs, there are eight ghosts in the attic, there are seven on the chairs, there are six within the kitchen, there are five along the hall, there are four upon the ceiling, there are three upon the wall, there are two ghosts on the carpet, doing things that ghost will do, there is one ghost right behind me who is oh so quiet... Boo! |
The Tricksters
by Jack Prelutsky Three Halloween tricksters are we- My sister, my brother and me. We roam through the streets playing tricks, getting treats- Three Halloween tricksters are we. Sister's a witch dressed in black, Brother wears bones front and back, I'm a ghost with no face In an old pillowcase- Three Halloween tricksters are we. We are scary as scary can be- My sister, my brother and me. We frighten each other, We even scare mother- Three Halloween tricksters are we. |
Thanksgiving
I Ate Too Much
by Jack Prelutsky I ate too much turkey, I ate too much corn, I ate too much pudding and pie, I'm stuffed up on muffins and much too much stuffin', I'm probably going to die. I piled up my plate and I ate and I ate, but I wish I had known when to stop, for I'm so crammed with yams, sauces, gravies, and jams that my buttons are starting to pop. I'm full of tomatoes and french fried potatoes, my stomach is swollen and sore, but there's still some dessert, so I guess it won't hurt if I eat just a little bit more. |
The First Thanksgiving
by Jack Prelutsky When the Pilgrims first gathered together to share with their Indian friends in the mild autumn air, they lifted their voices in jubilant praise for the bread on the table, the berries and maize, for field and for forest, for turkey and deer, for the bountiful crops they were blessed with that year. They were thankful for these as they feasted away, and as they were thankful, we're thankful today |
Daddy's Football Game
by Jack Prelutsky
Our turkey dinner's hardly gone
when Daddy says, "the game is on."
He tunes it in, takes off his shoes,
and turns to watch his heroes lose.
He seems to take it very hard
whenever they fall short a yard.
"Another incomplete," he grunts,
"more penalties, more bungled punts."
"They're missing tackles," Daddy mumbles,
"dropping passes, making fumbles....
INTERCEPTION!" Daddy roars,
as once again the wrong team scores.
He sits and screams, we sit and grin,
he gets so mad when they don't win.
Thanksgiving wouldn't be the same
without my father's football game.
by Jack Prelutsky
Our turkey dinner's hardly gone
when Daddy says, "the game is on."
He tunes it in, takes off his shoes,
and turns to watch his heroes lose.
He seems to take it very hard
whenever they fall short a yard.
"Another incomplete," he grunts,
"more penalties, more bungled punts."
"They're missing tackles," Daddy mumbles,
"dropping passes, making fumbles....
INTERCEPTION!" Daddy roars,
as once again the wrong team scores.
He sits and screams, we sit and grin,
he gets so mad when they don't win.
Thanksgiving wouldn't be the same
without my father's football game.
References:
Jack Prelutsky Presents It's Halloween. (n.d.). Retrieved December 10, 2014, from http://youtu.be/pcPUL_KaWXw
Prelutsky, J. (1977). It's Halloween. New York: Greenwillow Books.
Prelutsky, J. (1982). It's Thanksgiving. New York: Greenwillow Books.
Jack Prelutsky Presents It's Halloween. (n.d.). Retrieved December 10, 2014, from http://youtu.be/pcPUL_KaWXw
Prelutsky, J. (1977). It's Halloween. New York: Greenwillow Books.
Prelutsky, J. (1982). It's Thanksgiving. New York: Greenwillow Books.