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Say, Good mornin, Granny MaamaGood mornin, Grandpa Taata.Good mornin when it rainin.Good mornin when sun shinin.Good mornin.
Dog in the playground:Oh, no he don’t.He’ll come with me,You see if he won’t.
Please Mrs ButlerThis boy Derek DrewKeeps copying my work, Miss.What shall I do?
How many books have you written?Have you been writing for years?Where do you get all the paper?Where do you get your ideas?
When Raymond Gough joined our classHe was almost a year behind.'Sanatorium', said Mrs McBride'So I want you all to be kind.'
Teach me the language of Cat;the slow-motion blink, that crystal stare,a tight-lipped purr and a wide-mouthed hiss.Let me walk with a saunter, nose in the air.
Today I’m not going to school,I can’t face my lessons today,problem is my Mum’s no fool,she’s gonna make me go any way.
Why must we go to school, dad?Tell us, dear daddy, do.Give us your thoughts on this problem, please;No one knows better than you.