School Council – Piratey Project Day

This is what it looked like when 10 young leaders ran an amazingly fun training day for 100 school councillors from 10 primary schools in Haringey. Each school took part in a number of pirate themed activities that helped them to plan a school council project that would make a real difference in their school.

Poem – The Sleepy Giant

My age is three hundred and seventy-two, And I think, with the deepest regret, How I used to pick up and voraciously chew The dear little boys whom I met. I’ve eaten them raw, in their holiday suits; I’ve eaten them curried with rice; I’ve eaten them baked, in their jackets and boots, And found…

Poem – Eletelephony

Once there was an elephant, Who tried to use the telephant. No! No! I mean an elephone Who tried to use the telephone. (Dear me! I am not certain quite That even now I’ve got it right.) Howe’er it was, he got his trunk Entangled in the telephunk. The more he tried to get it…

Poem – The Spider and the Fly

“Will you walk into my parlour?” said the Spider to the Fly, “‘Tis the prettiest little parlour that ever you did spy; The way into my parlour is up a winding stair, And I’ve a many curious things to shew when you are there.” “Oh no, no,” said the little Fly, “to ask me is…

Poem – Wynken, Blynken and Nod

Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe— Sailed on a river of crystal light, Into a sea of dew. ‘Where are you going, and what do you wish?’ The old moon asked the three. ‘We have come to fish for the herring-fish That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of…

Poem – The Months

https://youtu.be/TPns1gOdBZ0 January brings the snow, makes our feet and fingers glow. February brings the rain, Thaws the frozen lake again. March brings breezes loud and shrill, stirs the dancing daffodil. April brings the primrose sweet, Scatters daisies at our feet. May brings flocks of pretty lambs, Skipping by their fleecy dams. June brings tulips, lilies,…

Poem – Escape at Bedtime

The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out Through the blinds and the windows and bars; And high overhead and all moving about, There were thousands of millions of stars. There ne’er were such thousands of leaves on a tree, Nor of people in church or the Park, As the crowds of the stars…