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With a mournful moan and silken tone,
Itself alone comes ONE TROMBONE.
Gliding, sliding, high notes go low;
ONE trombón, trombone is playing SOLO.

Next, a TRUMPET comes along,
And sings and stings its swinging song.
It joins TROMBONE, no más alone,
And ONE and TWO-O, they’re a DUO.

Fine FRENCH HORN, its valves all oiled,
Bright and brassy, loops all coiled,
Golden yellow; joins its fellows.
TWO, now THREE-O, what a TRIO!

Now, a mellow friend, the CELLO,
Neck extended, bows a “hello”;
End pin set upon the floor,
It makes up a QUARTET—that’s FOUR.

And soaring high and moving in,
With ZIN! ZIN! ZIN! a VIOLIN,
Stroking strings that come alive;
Now QUINTET. Let’s count them: FIVE.

FLUTE, that sends our soul a-shiver;
FLUTE, that slender, silver sliver.
A place among the set it picks
To make a young SEXTET—that’s SIX.

With steely keys that softly click,
Its breezy notes so darkly slick,
A sleek, black, woody CLARINET
Is number SEVEN—now SEPTET.

Gleeful, bleating, sobbing, pleading,
Through its throbbing double-reeding;
OBOE, please don’t hesitate:
Come, make it an OCTET—that’s EIGHT.

That lazy clown, the big BASSOON!
He plays low down, we’re laughing soon.
Here, Grumpy, get your place in line,
And give us a NONET—that’s NINE.

The HARP descends with angel’s wings,
A heaven’s blend through magic strings,
And when it joins the others, then
Behold! A CHAMBER GROUP of TEN.

The ORCHESTRA comes in the hall,
They’re on the stage; we see them all:
The CELLO, HARP, and CLARINET,
The TRUMPET, whom we’ve also met,
The OBOE, FLUTE, and big BASSOON,
All eager to get started soon.
TROMBONE, FRENCH HORN, and VIOLIN,
All poised and ready. Now, begin!

The STRINGS all soar, the REEDS implore,
The BRASSES roar with notes galore.
It’s música that we all adore.
It’s what we go to concerts for.

The minutos fly, the música ends,
And so, good-bye to our new friends.
But when they’ve bowed and left the floor,
If we clap loud and shout, “Encore!”
They may come out and play once more.

And that would give us great delight
Before we say a late good night.
posted by hornean
Once there was a goat named Gregory.
Gregory liked to jump from rock to rock, kick his legs into the air, and butt his head against walls.
“I’m an average goat,” dicho Gregory.


But Gregory was not an average goat.
Gregory was a terrible eater.
Every time he sat down to eat with his mother and father, he knew he was in for trouble.


“Would tu like a tin can, Gregory?” asked Mother Goat.
“No, thanks,” dicho Gregory.
“How about a nice box, a piece of rug, and a bottle cap?” asked Father Goat.
“Baaaaa,” dicho Gregory unhappily.

“Well, I think this is a meal fit for a goat,” dicho Mother...
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If tu give a ratón a cookie,


he’s going to ask for a glass of milk.

When tu give him the milk,


he’ll probably ask tu for a straw.

When he’s finished, he’ll ask for a napkin.


Then he’ll want to look in a mirror to make sure he doesn’t have a leche mustache.

When he looks into the mirror,

he might noice his hair needs a trim.

So he’ll probably ask for a pair of nail scissors.


When he’s finished giving himself a trim, he’ll want a escoba to sweep up.
He’ll start sweeping.

He might get carried away and sweep every room in the house.


He may even end up washing the floors as well!

When he’s...
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The place is Ho-Ho-Kus, New Jersey. The año is 1999. On May 11, after months of careful research and planning, acebo Evans launches vegetable seedlings into the sky.


On May 18, the young scientist reports on her experiment. acebo intends to study the effects of extra-terrestrial conditions on vegetable growth and development. She expects the seedlings to stay aloft for several weeks before returning to earth.
Her classmates are speechless.


The fecha is June 29. Shortly after sunrise, a member of the Billings, Montana, Moose Lodge, hiking through the Rocky Mountains, makes a startling discovery....
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My name is Maxi,
I ride in a taxi
Around New York City all day.
I sit siguiente to Jim,
(I belong to him),
But it wasn’t always this way.


I grew up in the city,
All dirty and gritty,
Looking for comida after dark.
I roamed all around,
Avoiding the pound,
And lived on my own in the park.


One día a car stopped—
Its tire had popped.
Out stepped a tall man, I could see.
He came over and said
As he patted my head,
“Are tu lost? tu can come inicial with me!”

Did I hear right? Oh, boy!
My tail wagged with joy—
I jumped right up on the seat!
He said, “My name’s Jim,”
I could ride inicial with him
And he’d give me...
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tu wake up one morning. But tu don’t feel like getting out of bed. Your arms and legs ache. Your head hurts. tu have a fever. And your throat is sore.
“I’m sick,” tu say. “I must have caught a germ.”
Everyone knows that germs can make tu sick. But everyone knows how.

Germs are tiny living things. They are far too small to see with your eyes alone. In fact, a line of one thousand germs could fit across the parte superior, arriba of a pencil!
There are many different kinds of germs. But the two that usually make tu sick are bacteria and viruses.


Under a microscope, some bacteria look like little round...
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Henry wanted to fly. Everybody in his family had gone up with the balloon, but The Man always declared, “I’m not flying with that cat!”


The Man had been taking pilot’s lessons, and this time he was going to solo.
Henry grumbled and his tail switched, as he watched the people crunch around on the crusty March snow.

The Kid and The Woman open the mouth of the colorful balloon, while The Man blew it up with a gasoline-powered fan. Then the Instructor blasted warm air into the balloon from the burner mounted on a frame below it.
“Watch your fuel gauge,” he told The Man. “You don’t want...
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I HAVE FEELINGS


WHAT TOM DID

Boy 1: Mrs. Rudolph, come see what Tom did.
Boy 2: Look what Tom did!
Boy 3: All por himself.
Girl 1: How did he reach?
Girl 2: Wow.
Girl 3: He must feel proud.
Girl 4: He’s a genius.
Boy 4: That’s some el espacio capsule!
Boy 5: He used up all the blocks.
Boy 6: It’s great, Tom.
Tom: Thanks.
John: I could do that.

WHAT JOHN DID

Boy 3: Poor Tom.
Girl 2: I can’t look.
Boy 2: John’s always doing things like that.
Girl 1: He has no feelings!
Boy 1: Mrs. Rudolph, come see what John did!
Boy 4: He did it on purpose!
Girl 4: You’re mean!
Boy 6: You’re spiteful!
Tom...
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Cows are grazing in an open window. They are dairy cows, the leche makers.


Other animales make milk, too. But dairy cows make most of the leche we use.

There are five common breeds of dairy cows. The Holstein-Friesian is the most popular because it can produce más leche than the other breeds.


A cow is able to make leche when she is two years old and has dado birth to a calf. Her leche is the comida for her baby. She makes más than her becerro will ever need—so we use the extra milk.

A few months after her becerro is born, a cow is bred again to have another calf. She will be pregnant for nine months. Two...
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I live at 165 East 95th Street, New York City, and I’m going to stay here forever.


My mother and father are moving. Out West.

They say I have to go, too.
They say I can’t stay here forever.


Out West nobody plays baseball because they’re too busy chasing buffaloes.

And there’s cactus everywhere tu look.
But if tu don’t look, tu have to stand up just as soon tu sit down.


Out West it takes fifteen minutos just to say hello.
Like this: H-O-W-W-W-D-Y, P-A-A-A-R-D-N-E-R.

Out West I’ll look silly all the time.
I’ll have to wear chaps and spurs and a bandana and a hat so big...
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Alistair Grittle was a sensible boy.


Every día he made a lista of the things he had to do.
Then he made a lista of things he did not have to do.

He was always on time for school. The school clock was set por Alistair’s watch.


He hung up his chaqueta every night and put his shoes in plastic bags.

Alistair took especially good care of biblioteca books. He washed his hands before he read them so that he would not smudge the pages. And he always returned them to the biblioteca on time.


One day, when Alistair was returning his libros to the library, something unusual happened.


He was picked up por a el espacio ship and...
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Have tu ever seen dinosaur skeletons in a museum?
I have.
I visit them all the time.
I went again yesterday.

I saw APATOSAURUS.


I saw CORYTHOSAURUS.

I saw IGUANODON and TRICERATOPS.
I like to say their names.


SCOLOSAURUS was just where I had left it.
And TYRANNOSAURUS REX looked as fierce as ever.
TYRANNOSAURUS used to scare me.
I still can’t believe how big it is.
Just its head is almost twice my size.

I’m not afraid of dinosaurios anymore.
Sometimes I call them “you bag of bones” under my breath
I can spend hours looking at them.
I used to wonder where they came from and how they got into the museum....
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