Poems for Kids

Poems for Kids

Rhyming Children's Poems

Children might not be interested in the mechanics and techniques involved in poetry writing. However, there is an effective way to get them interested in poetry. The key is to read them plenty of poetry written with children in mind. Many children's poems feature things that interest children, things they can relate to, like missing the school bus or cafeteria lunches. Funny poems are the best for getting kids motivated to write their own material. If a poem about underwear or bugs makes them laugh, they are likely to develop a love for poetry even at an early age.

65 All Types of Poems for Kids

  1. 1. Now We Are Six

    A.A. Milne was an English author who lived from 1882-1956. He is best known for his stories about Winnie the Pooh, which were inspired by his son, Christopher Robin Milne's, stuffed animals. In this poem, a young child recounts the previous five years and how life was just beginning. But six, oh, six is the best year.

    When I was One,
    I had just begun.
    When I was Two,
    I was nearly new.
    When I was Three
    I was hardly me.
    When I was Four,
    I was not much more.
    When I was Five,
    I was just alive.
    But now I am Six,
    I'm as clever as clever,
    So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.

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  3. 2. Vespers

    "Vespers" was the first poem published by Alan Alexander Milne. Christopher Robin Milne, A.A. Milne’s son, was the inspiration for this poem, and it showcases him saying his prayers before going to bed.

    Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed,
    Droops on the little hands little gold head.
    Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares!
    Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.

    God bless Mummy. I know that's right.
    Wasn't it fun in the bath to-night?
    The cold's so cold, and the hot's so hot.
    Oh! God bless Daddy - I quite forgot.

    If I open my fingers a little bit more,
    I can see Nanny's dressing-gown on the door.
    It's a beautiful blue, but it hasn't a hood.
    Oh! God bless Nanny and make her good.

    Mine has a hood, and I lie in bed,
    And pull the hood right over my head,
    And I shut my eyes, and I curl up small,
    And nobody knows that I'm there at all.

    Oh! Thank you, God, for a lovely day.
    And what was the other I had to say?
    I said "Bless Daddy," so what can it be?
    Oh! Now I remember it. God bless Me.

    Little Boy kneels at the foot of the bed,
    Droops on the little hands little gold head.
    Hush! Hush! Whisper who dares!
    Christopher Robin is saying his prayers.

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  5. 3. Teddy Bear

    "Teddy Bear" was first published in When We Were Very Young, a book of poetry by A. A. Milne.
    The teddy bear in this poem would later become the famous Winnie-the-Pooh from A. A. Milne's famous book series.

    A bear, however hard he tries,
    Grows tubby without exercise.
    Our Teddy Bear is short and fat,
    Which is not to be wondered at;
    He gets what exercise he can
    By falling off the ottoman,
    But generally seems to lack
    The energy to clamber back.

    Now tubbiness is just the thing
    Which gets a fellow wondering;
    And Teddy worried lots about
    The fact that he was rather stout.
    He thought: "If only I were thin!
    But how does anyone begin?"
    He thought: "It really isn't fair
    To grudge me exercise and air."

    For many weeks he pressed in vain
    His nose against the window-pane,
    And envied those who walked about
    Reducing their unwanted stout.
    None of the people he could see
    "Is quite" (he said) "as fat as me!"
    Then with a still more moving sigh,
    "I mean" (he said) "as fat as I!"

    Now Teddy, as was only right,
    Slept in the ottoman at night,
    And with him crowded in as well
    More animals than I can tell;
    Not only these, but books and things,
    Such as a kind relation brings -
    Old tales of "Once upon a time",
    And history retold in rhyme.

    One night it happened that he took
    A peep at an old picture-book,
    Wherein he came across by chance
    The picture of a King of France
    (A stoutish man) and, down below,
    These words: "King Louis So and So,
    Nicknamed 'The Handsome!' " There he sat,
    And (think of it) the man was fat!

    Our bear rejoiced like anything
    To read about this famous King,
    Nicknamed the "Handsome." Not a doubt
    The man was definitely stout.
    Why then, a bear (for all his tub)
    Might yet be named "The Handsome Cub!"

    "Might yet be named." Or did he mean
    That years ago he "might have been"?
    For now he felt a slight misgiving:
    "Is Louis So and So still living?
    Fashions in beauty have a way
    Of altering from day to day.
    Is 'Handsome Louis' with us yet?
    Unfortunately I forget."

    Next morning (nose to window-pane)
    The doubt occurred to him again.
    One question hammered in his head:
    "Is he alive or is he dead?"
    Thus, nose to pane, he pondered; but
    The lattice window, loosely shut,
    Swung open. With one startled "Oh!"
    Our Teddy disappeared below.

    There happened to be passing by
    A plump man with a twinkling eye,
    Who, seeing Teddy in the street,
    Raised him politely on his feet,
    And murmured kindly in his ear
    Soft words of comfort and of cheer:
    "Well, well!" "Allow me!" "Not at all."
    "Tut-tut!" A very nasty fall."

    Our Teddy answered not a word;
    It's doubtful if he even heard.
    Our bear could only look and look:
    The stout man in the picture-book!
    That "handsome" King - could this be he,
    This man of adiposity?
    "Impossible," he thought. "But still,
    No harm in asking. Yes, I will!"

    "Are you," he said, "by any chance
    His Majesty the King of France?"
    The other answered, "I am that,"
    Bowed stiffly, and removed his hat;
    Then said, "Excuse me," with an air
    "But is it Mr. Edward Bear?"
    And Teddy, bending very low,
    Replied politely, "Even so!"

    They stood beneath the window there,
    The King and Mr. Edward Bear,
    And, handsome, if a trifle fat,
    Talked carelessly of this and that ...
    Then said His Majesty, "Well, well,
    I must get on," and rang the bell.
    "Your bear, I think," he smiled. "Good-day!"
    And turned, and went upon his way.

    A bear, however hard he tries,
    Grows tubby without exercise.
    Our Teddy Bear is short and fat,
    Which is not to be wondered at.
    But do you think it worries him
    To know that he is far from slim?
    No, just the other way about -
    He's proud of being short and stout.

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  6. 4. Do You Know Where Fairies Live?

    I've always identified with the enchanted world of fairies, Mother Earth's keepers of the plant kingdom. When I'm very quiet and listen well, I can discover them about their work, and my poems are my narrative.

    A Child Yearns To See A Fairy

    Do you know where fairies live?
    To see just one, I'd gladly give
    The moon and stars and galaxies
    That sail above the summer breeze.
    Kindly sir, pray do tell,
    Do you know where fairies dwell?

    Little friend, you look too far.
    Can't you see they're where you are?
    Tending flowers like busy bees,
    Standing smaller than your knees?
    You must see them just like I
    When you bid your doubts goodbye.

    Gentle sir, when I was small,
    I climbed above your garden wall;
    And there to my surprise and joy,
    Stood a little winged boy.
    He winked at me and flew away
    Into the myth of yesterday.

    But you were just a child then
    Before you ripened into ten;
    And as you grew up, you were taught
    What is real and what is not.
    But trust your heart; you can unlearn.
    Believe in fairies and they'll return!

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  7. 5. Waiting At The Window

    “Waiting at the Window” is about a child looking outside on a rainy day. He could be wishing to be outside playing, but then he notices the raindrops falling down the window. As he continues to watch, he sees the rain drops falling, and he pretends the raindrops are in a race to see which one will get to the bottom of the window first.

    These are my two drops of rain
    Waiting on the window-pane.

    I am waiting here to see
    Which the winning one will be.

    Both of them have different names.
    One is John and one is James.

    All the best and all the worst
    Comes from which of them is first.

    James has just begun to ooze.
    He's the one I want to lose.

    John is waiting to begin.
    He's the one I want to win.

    James is going slowly on.
    Something sort of sticks to John.

    John is moving off at last.
    James is going pretty fast.

    John is rushing down the pane.
    James is going slow again.

    James has met a sort of smear.
    John is getting very near.

    Is he going fast enough?
    (James has found a piece of fluff.)

    John has quickly hurried by.
    (James was talking to a fly.)

    John is there, and John has won!
    Look! I told you! Here's the sun!

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  8. 6. There Is A Monster Under My Bed

    • By Ila A. Longley
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems November 2020

    This was just a random idea--something I thought my grandchildren might enjoy, as we all have let our imagination run wild when faced with something unknown. More often than not, there is a simple explanation for it. Children have wonderful imaginations, and imagining a monster under their bed can be very scary for them. This poem is about how one little boy is able to deal with his.

    There is a monster under my bed
    With big red eyes in his bumpy head.

    Long yellow teeth and a big hooked nose,
    Great furry feet with pudgy little toes.

    Covered with whiskers all over his chin,
    He's the ugliest of beasts that's ever been.

    He snorts and snivels and grunts and groans.
    If he caught me, he'd crunch my bones.

    What is that sound coming from under my bed?
    Or is it just something that I hear in my head?

    If he's trying to scare me with his creepy voice,
    I'll get up and scare him...if I had the choice.

    But I'm so little and he is not;
    Just think what he'd do if I were caught.

    Well...maybe I'll just take a peek and see
    If that's him under there waiting for me.

    Oh goodness gracious, what's that poking out?
    If it moves at all, I'm going to shout.

    But here comes Mom to tuck me in.
    She'll be able to get rid of him.

    Reaching down without a care,
    Quick as a wink, she pulls out...MY STUFFED BEAR.

    That's my stuffed bear, he's my best friend.
    I've been looking all over for him.

    She knows that I need him when the lights go out,
    To keep watch for monsters that come creeping about.

    Then pulling my blanket up under my chin,
    She gives me my bear and tucks us in.

    I hold him close just under my arm
    To keep that old monster from doing me harm.

    As she gives me a smile, I know I'll be fine,
    But it's time for sleep, since it's well past nine.

    Then kissing my cheek, she hugs me tight.
    No monsters will get me...well, at least not tonight.

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    Brilliant! Everyone needs a mum and a kiss and their bear. I used to have a little dolly that scared away the monsters. Love your work. Excellent stuff.

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  9. 7. If I Were A Hero

    This poem depicts the desire of a child to be a hero. He wishes to do something good for the world like his favorite fictional heroes (here, Avengers). To him, his happiness would be in its zenith if he could be like them. The poem is strictly penned in ABC form. Please read it aloud, keeping the flow and rhythm in order to enjoy more. Hope you will like the poem and the mode in which it is crafted.

    ABC Poem About A Child's Wish To Be A Superhero

    Above huge hills if ever I could rise,
    Beyond the gravity as Iron Man flies.
    Climbing and hanging if towers I could touch,
    Dashing as the Spider-Man, if fingers were such.
    Ever I would be happy and ever I would dance,
    Falling and rising in heroic romance.

    Grasping high hills if ever I could rise,
    Huge, tough and rigid, if Hulk were my size.
    If ever my sharpened nails were ever so tough,
    Judging and fighting as Mr X-Man: rough,
    Kiddy would be happy and kiddy would dance,
    Loving and singing in heroic romance.

    Mighty huge hills if I could win all heights,
    Noting all evilness as Mr. Batman fights.
    Owning all powers if this world I could guide,
    Powers like a Power Man if Thor were my side.
    Quickly I would be happy and quickly I would dance,
    Running and flying in heroic romance.

    Super like a Superman if super were my punch.
    Tough, hard and titanic if evils I could crunch.
    Unique like the Avengers if I could have some powers,
    Valiant as a mighty king if I could bring just flowers.
    Winning like a gallant Prince if I could live in pride,
    X-treme in my extreme parts if God were my side.
    Yes, I would be happy and surely take all chance,
    Zeal for my pleasures would bloom in heroic dance.

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  10. 8. Summer Fun

    I am a mother and grandmother. I enjoy outdoor activities when all of the grandchildren come over to visit.

    School's Out For Summer

    The children on the block
    Are playing with chalk.
    Bubbles are flying around,
    Popping when they hit the ground.
    Giggles and wiggles in the pool,
    The kids are taking a break from school,
    Staying cool.
    Everyone is having fun
    In the sun.

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    This is the best poem because I have summer stuff planned for me and my friends and it make me excited. Thank you for the poem.

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  11. 9. Good Dreams

    • By Olga Matushkina
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems October 2011

    Hi all. I am a children's book illustrator from Russia. I happen to have my first book published in the US. I also write short children's stories and poems, but I don't really show them to people because I don't know if they are any good. The poem "Good Dreams" is actually a part of my own picture book about a tiny bear called Snowflake who wants to know where the good dreams live. This picture book is not published. I wrote it mostly for myself just because I like it.

    Knock, knock! Hush, hush.
    Good dreams quietly march.
    Like the fairies, they bring stories and tales,
    And they sing their song: "Bala-boo, bala-bash."

    They dance, they jump,
    They play the drum,
    But when someone in a house wakes up -
    The good dreams end up their fun.

    They say, "Good day!" and go away.
    But when we sleep, they start again,
    Tell their stories, play, and march
    And sing their song: "Bala-boo, bala-bash."

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  12. 10. Glad That I'm Me!

    • By Ian Bland
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems November 18, 2021

    If I was a flag
    I’d be flapping and raising
    If I was a star
    Up high I’d be blazing!

    If I was a saint
    I’d be singing and praying
    If I was some hips
    You just know I’d be swaying!

    If I was a bird
    I’d be nesting and crowing
    If I was a cup
    I’d be just overflowing!

    If I was a mouth
    I’d be laughing and joking
    If I was a fire
    I’d be roaring and smoking!

    If I was the sky
    You just know I’d be lightning
    If I was a ghost
    I’d be spooky and frightening!

    But just look at me now
    As plain as can be
    I’m glad that I’m normal
    I’m glad that I’m me!

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  13. 11. Fossils

    O, its bones may be colossal,
    But the trouble with a fossil
    Is that it doesn’t give a clue
    As to the creature’s actual hue.

    Those Pterodactyl things that flew,
    Were they red or green or blue?
    And that Brontosaurus fellow,
    Did he come in mauve and yellow?

    As for those Stegosaurus types,
    Maybe they had snazzy stripes?
    And was Tyrannosaurus Rex
    Perhaps adorned with spots or checks?

    And was old Archaeopteryx
    Just one colour, or a mix?
    And Woolly Mammoth, what d’you think,
    Purple, puce or shocking pink?

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    I just love the poem. I had been feeling a bit low, and then I read your poem and the world felt like a brighter place. Thank you.

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  14. 12. Morning Fog

    When I was a kid and it was foggy, it always reminded me of an endless sea, and I fantasized about going on all kinds of adventures...

    An Adventure On A Foggy Morning

    The morning fog
    - White and dense -
    Comes creeping in
    Through the garden fence.

    Over the grass,
    Over the lane,
    All the way -
    To my window pane.

    Gone is our garden,
    With the old oak tree;
    A sea of white
    Is all I see.

    In my imagination,
    My bed is a boat.
    I open the window,
    And I go afloat.

    Smoothly I sail
    On the foggy sea -
    With my doll and my teddy
    For company.

    I am the captain,
    They are my crew.
    We're headed for a land -
    No one ever knew.

    The sea is calm,
    All is going well.
    The life of an explorer
    Is really swell.

    But then, just as I see
    My destination loom,
    Out comes the sun -
    And I'm shipwrecked in my room!

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  15. 13. Wise Words

    The Magic Of Books

    A book is not a window
    nor is it a magical key
    a book’s not a path
    through a mountain
    or a forest of enchanted trees

    A book is not a doorway
    nor is it a phase of the moon
    it’s not made by
    an ancient magician
    or the shake of a shaman’s rune

    A book is not a monster
    nor can it be your friend
    it’s no place to keep
    hopes or secrets
    for you may not find them again

    A book is not a phantom
    nor a thing only you can see
    it’s not a spell
    to make laughter
    you can’t enter and leave your grief

    A book is not a journey
    nor is it a prayer or a wish
    the old man said
    to the wide-eyed child
    who just smiled and said ‘Oh but it is...’

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    The child knows best...
    A book's a story waiting to be read
    Taking one to where their feet never tread
    Be it fact or fiction whatever's told
    It's a mystery about to unfold.

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  16. 14. Five Little Stars

    My poem is a classic nursery rhyme that teaches kids to count down from five.

    A Number Nursery Rhyme

    Five little stars were twinkling,
    Bright like never before.
    One little star burned up -
    Now there were only four.

    Four little stars were complaining,
    Complaining about the moon.
    One exploded with anger -
    Its end came way too soon.

    Three little stars were glowing,
    Glowing in the night.
    One little star faded away -
    It just stopped giving light.

    Two little stars were exploring;
    They ventured out in the sky.
    One little star went missing -
    And no one knows why.

    One little star was dreaming
    Of making your wish come true.
    One little star fell down to earth -
    Especially for you!

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  17. 15. A Child's Goodnight

    I'm retired and live in southern Pennsylvania, USA, midway between the Amish farms of Lancaster County and the Gettysburg battlefield. When I was teaching in middle school, I noticed that most poems in the textbooks were free verse. As a boy I had enjoyed the cadenced rhymes of Poe, Kipling, Whittier, etc., so I began to write rhymed, metered poems for my students. This is one of them. Its stanzas have an 8-6-8-6 syllable pattern and iambic meter.

    Lying In Bed Waiting To Fall Asleep

    At night the sun lies down for sleep
    And crickets sing a tune.
    The bullfrogs croak and creatures creep
    Beneath the watching moon.

    The masked raccoons and possums prowl
    Through meadows moist with dew.
    The fireflies flash, coyotes howl,
    And owls keep asking, "Who?"

    At night our school is still and dark
    And evening stars arrive.
    And marble statues in the park
    Appear to come alive.

    Our nation's flag's been taken down
    And city streets are bare.
    Awakened bats soar over town
    As nightmares children scare.

    At night I hear my father snore
    And baby brother cry
    As shadows slide across the floor
    And trucks go rumbling by.

    I hear a siren's urgent squeal
    While I lie safe in bed.
    My hamster racing on its wheel
    And raindrops overhead.

    At night I hear the floorboards creak
    And neighbor's car meow.
    I feel my pillow press my cheek
    And night air cool my brow.

    I think about the recent past
    And plan the coming day
    Until I fall asleep at last
    And dream the night away.

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    The poem clearly depicts a child's thoughts at night. Regular rhythm and rhyme reflect the rhythm of sounds of nature as well as the other rhythmical sounds coming from the surrounding.

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  18. 16. It's A Special Day

    • By Andee Siepman
    •  Published by Family Friend Poems March 2008

    This poem was written by an eight-year-old girl for her friend's birthday card!

    Short Birthday Poem For Child

    Hurry, it's a special day.
    Giddy up and play all day.
    Eating ice cream and chocolate cake.
    It's your birthday, let's celebrate!

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    A few words, painless and short,
    It's your birthday, be a sport,
    At your age, you look great,
    Have you been, lifting weight?
    With your health, and all the best,
    Joy and laughter, I...

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  19. 17. Sometimes I Dream That I Can Fly

    I wrote about a child who dreams of flying but in the end finds out it's not all they thought it would be.

    A Child's Wish To Fly

    Sometimes I dream that I can fly.
    I lift and flap my arms just so,
    And soon I'm soaring to the sky.
    Graceful like a bird I go.

    I find a fluffy cotton cloud
    And catch myself a comfy ride.
    I cannot hear a single sound,
    As slowly through the air I glide.

    My silky cloud floats with the breeze,
    Through the bluest sky.
    Just like a sailboat on the sea,
    With seagulls swooping by.

    I look upon the streets below
    And spy my friends at play.
    I dive and dip and twirl around,
    As they watch in awe and wave.

    I feel so giddy, light and free,
    The sun so warm and bright.
    I think that I shall fly all day,
    And catch a star at night.

    But then the wind begins to blow,
    And the clouds turn angry gray.
    They growl and rumble as they go,
    And chase the birds away.

    And though it's fun to touch the sky,
    I start to feel alone.
    I don't feel welcome anymore,
    I think perhaps I should go home.

    So I lift my arms and tuck my head,
    And drift back to the ground.
    And when my feet are back on earth,
    The rain comes pouring down.

    Indeed I had the grandest time,
    Up in the boundless sky.
    But it's really much too lonely there
    To live in all the time.

    And though my friends looked up to me
    And my heroic flying feats,
    It seemed they liked me just as much
    When I stood on my two feet.

    So I'll do my flying in my dreams,
    Where it's all just make believe.
    And in real life, I'll stay right here,
    Where I'm loved just being me.

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    Thanks, Pat, for your poem. I love the feeling of movement your words create - they really transported me. And I also appreciate your honesty in dealing with the subject of finding and having...

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  20. 18. I'd Love To Be A Fairy's Child

    Robert Graves was an English poet who lived from 1895-1985. He became known as a war poet, and he published three books of poetry while on active duty during World War I. This poem was published the same year the war ended, and it can be felt that Robert Graves was writing about his desire for children to face an easier life, one that’s not filled with so much pain, suffering, and unmet needs.

    Children born of fairy stock
    Never need for shirt or frock,
    Never want for food or fire,
    Always get their heart's desire:
    Jingle pockets full of gold,
    Marry when they're seven years old.
    Every fairy child may keep
    Two strong ponies and ten sheep;
    All have houses, each his own,
    Built of brick or granite stone;
    They live on cherries, they run wild--
    I'd love to be a Fairy's child.

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    Very nice poem. It deals with the aspirations of children. Childhood is the stage of innocence, and the present poem describes the same. It's lyrical, rhythmic and rhymed.

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  21. 19. The Land Of Nod

    This poem captures the uniqueness of dreaming. At night, we are given a chance to escape from our reality and be present in an entirely different world. Even though it feels real, it cannot be fully explained or located outside of sleep.

    From breakfast on through all the day
    At home among my friends I stay,
    But every night I go abroad
    Afar into the land of Nod.
    All by myself I have to go,
    With none to tell me what to do–
    All alone beside the streams
    And up the mountain-sides of dreams.
    The strangest things are these for me,
    Both things to eat and things to see,
    And many frightening sights abroad
    Till morning in the land of Nod.
    Try as I like to find the way,
    I never can get back by day,
    Nor can remember plain and clear
    The curious music that I hear.

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    It's a simple yet great poem. We cannot ignore the importance of sleeping and dreaming. Dream big and try hard to achieve it.

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  22. 20. The Shut-Eye Train

    This famous whimsical poem by Eugene Field (1850-1895) is the perfect children’s poem to read at bedtime. The descriptive language of this fantastical train ride transports readers from reality to a land of imagination as they drift off to sleep.

    Come, my little one, with me!
    There are wondrous sights to see
    As the evening shadows fall;
    In your pretty cap and gown,
    Don't detain
    The Shut-Eye train -
    "Ting-a-ling!" the bell it goeth,
    "Toot-toot!" the whistle bloweth,
    And we hear the warning call:
    "All aboard for Shut-Eye Town!"

    Over hill and over plain
    Soon will speed the Shut-Eye train!
    Through the blue where bloom the stars
    And the Mother Moon looks down
    We'll away
    To land of Fay -
    Oh, the sights that we shall see there!
    Come, my little one, with me there -
    'T is a goodly train of cars -
    All aboard for Shut-Eye Town!

    Swifter than a wild bird's flight,
    Through the realms of fleecy light
    We shall speed and speed away!
    Let the Night in envy frown -
    What care we
    How wroth she be!
    To the Balow-land above us,
    To the Balow-folk who love us,
    Let us hasten while we may -
    All aboard for Shut-Eye Town!

    Shut-Eye Town is passing fair -
    Golden dreams await us there;
    We shall dream those dreams, my dear,
    Till the Mother Moon goes down -
    See unfold
    Delights untold!
    And in those mysterious places
    We shall see beloved faces
    And beloved voices hear
    In the grace of Shut-Eye Town.

    Heavy are your eyes, my sweet,
    Weary are your little feet -
    Nestle closer up to me
    In your pretty cap and gown;
    Don't detain
    The Shut-Eye train!
    "Ting-a-ling!" the bell it goeth,
    "Toot-toot!" the whistle bloweth
    Oh, the sights that we shall see!
    All aboard for Shut-Eye Town!

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    Hadn't come across this one before. Not quite as good as "Wynken, Blynken and Nod," but excellent for the period and a precursor to more recent sleepy time travel poems and songs.

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